
Me and Derek (my current boyfriend now of 5 years) were young. We got together when i was 14 and he was 15 and became sexually active. Now im 18 (almost 19) and hes almost 20. Hes the only person i have ever been with. Hes the only person that would have been the father of my children.
It seems like my life went down hill ever since i first got pregnant back in 2005 when i was 16. My parents made it a living hell. And to make a long story short i was forced to get an abortion, Now i know most of you are thinking \" your not forced to do anything... that was your baby ....you didnt have to give it up\". Well the reality of the situation was to either abort or give this child a horriable life. I choose what was best.
Thinking the horror was over, i prepared my self for the future and started birth control. I didnt want to even go through that agian. Well the doctors say birth control is 99% affective. Thats a lie. I took it every single day. I got pregnant. Agian. 8 months after my previous abortion. I was 17 at this point. I felt like god was punishing me. My parents were divorcing. Every single last one of my \"so called\" friends stabbed me in the back. I felt alone. Yes, Derek was there, but not in the way that i needed him. My parents hated me. High school was going down the drain. At 5 weeks pregnant, i decided to get another abortion. Another emotional battle i had to take but i wanted sumwhat of a life for me, and a decent life i could give to my child.
Derek and I decided to not have sex for a while. We figured that was the only true way of not getting pregnant. It was hard. Trust me. Sometimes i thought the urges were going to take over my body. But overall i was ok. Until now. In the beginnig of december 2006, i was having rough times with my family and so was Derek. A few of his family members passed away and both our worlds were just turned upside down. It was a vulnerable moment. I guess when they say \"it only takes one time\" there not lying. Cause it happened. Im pregnant. For the third time.
Now...18 weeks pregnant. I go to find out what it is nxt week. This time around somthing told me not to abort this baby. Of coarse i thought that b4 when i gave up my other two, but this was just diffrent. Im 18. I moved out of my parents house and now live with Derek. Things are diffrent. Its so hard trying to afford things and everyday seems like somthing new comes up to make life more difficult. But its worth it. I have a little life inside of me. Im going to be a mommy. Im happy and horrified. But me and Derek are trying to pull things together and give this baby the best life we can give it.
My life; it feels like ive been in a dark cave for years. Mabey this little miracle is the light that ive needed all along.
- Christina