My Relationship With Abortion

Having a child at 18 years old was the biggest crossroad; I ever had in my life. Not only was I in college and pregnant, but I was also away from home. I was actually four hours away from home. The day I told my mother about my pregnancy was the same day I moved back home. See before I found out I was pregnant, my relationship with my son father was on the rocks. I found out my boyfriend of five years got someone else pregnant and tried to keep it from me, but his friend told me by mistake. When I finally confronted my boyfriend about the situation, he told me "she had an abortion" like that made everything better. That was the moment I realized I deserve better for myself and my unborn child. I gave this man everything I had for those five

I missed out on my senior trip and prom to be with this one boy. I took away memories and moments and picked to follow him to college. Moving to Houston at the age of sixteen was different for me. I had to hide my age from my boyfriend roommates because they didn 't know I was only sixteen years old. All my boyfriend roommates were around twenty-one and they love to drink. I didn 't start drinking until I was around twenty-four. Something about drinking didn 't sound cool to me. I am still not a big drinker, but I do love to eat. Staying with three guys in one apartment was hard. I had to deal with people coming in and out the house, and guys are just dirty. They loved to eat but they never helped me clean up afterward. One thing that I did love about my college is that they had dollar bowling night. That was the only thing I was allowed to do at my age. I didn 't go to any house parties or clubs because I was way too young. I just tried to keep a low profile life. I stayed out of trouble and stayed to myself. The only friend I had in Houston was my boyfriend and his friends. I never met anyone and my boyfriend was always around. My family never came to visit me but they did call me on the phone. My mother was just glad to have me out the

I got me a full-time job at Target working overnight shift. I was stocking shelves from 7 pm to 6 am. My feet were swollen, my back hurt, and I was always hungry. But I had one goal in mind, and that was to make sure my son had everything he needed before he came home. I worked at Target until my due date. I got everything I needed for my son on my own. Well, my family did help me out a lot, my aunt and uncle brought me a crib and my mom friends gave me a play pen and a gift card. But everything else was my responsibility I ended up staying with my mom until my son was almost one-year-old. After a while, I decided to get my own place in Euless, Texas. My very first apartment and with my son Bryson, it was so scary. I had a full-time job and I had to be responsible for taking my son to daycare every morning. I also had to make sure I picked up my son at 6 pm or I would get charged extra at daycare. I really didn 't have any help with my son, unless my best friend picked Bryson up for me. I didn 't really have a life until my son was able to talk and tell me what 's going on. I didn 't trust everyone with my son because I was raped by my uncle around nine years old. Not that many family members or friends were able to keep my son. I kept a small list and those people were the only few people that could keep my son. If any of those people on my list were busy, I would keep my son. But having my son at a young