KYLEEMARIE
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Today I found out that I'm going to be a mommy. That's supposed to be good news, right? Pregnancy is good news if you're married, not living with your parents, and employed. Here's my reality check; I'm 19 years old, I live with my parents, and I'm pregnant with a stranger's baby.
I'm a good girl. I graduated high school with honors, I played volleyball, and I had really big goals when I got out of high school. I knew what I was going to do with my life. But, of course, things don't always go as planned. Just after I graduated from my high school last year, I found out I was pregnant with my boyfriend of 2 years. My parents lived in a different state than me, so I had to make the painful phone call. It went better than expected. They gave me a lot of support (more than I was anticipating). So, with that phone call out of the way, I started planning my new future. This future included marriage, a baby, and a big move to be with my parents. This plan was full proof. Or so I thought.
Three weeks after discovering I was pregnant, I lost my baby. My whole life turned upside down. Although I was nervous about becoming a mom, I eventually became excited and hopeful. That hope and excitement was replaced with grief and inevitable depression. My boyfriend broke up with me the day after I miscarried. And the next week my mom came and moved me to be with her. My life was spiraling out of control.
Once I got settled into my new home, my life started to become normal again. I managed my depression, I landed a job as a stylist at American Eagle, and I started skin school. I was decently happy. I flew through skin school, received my certification, and was on my way to a bright future. My miscarriage and heartbreak were behind me.
I graduated from skin school and decided I need a change. I decided to move back to the one place I knew would break me again. My mom was completely against it, but I was being drawn back there. My best friend flew down and moved me back up. I was so happy once I got there. I knew I was going to be able to start my own life there. But that dream was short lived. Jobs weren't easy to come by, and those ghosts that I left behind months ago were starting to haunt me. Once again, my mom came and moved me back to be with her. I wasn't particularly happy about it, but it's what was best for me.
I've been back home for a few weeks. And I've already messed my life up in more ways than not. A week or so after being back, I went to a party with one of my close friends. We got a little tipsy, I met a cute boy, and one things lead to another. Of course we didn't use protection. That would be silly of us, wouldn't it? That decision to not use protection has completely turned my life upside down, AGAIN. I'm 19 years old, and I'm pregnant by a stranger. I've come to the conclusion that I'm awful at making decisions. I don't know how I'm going to tell my mom. She is going to be sooo disappointed. I don't have a job, I'm broke, and I still rely heavily on my parents. How am I going to raise a child?
I know that everything is going to be okay in the end. It's just really scary thinking about how my life isn't going to be mine anymore. It's time to grow up. Here I go.
I'm a good girl. I graduated high school with honors, I played volleyball, and I had really big goals when I got out of high school. I knew what I was going to do with my life. But, of course, things don't always go as planned. Just after I graduated from my high school last year, I found out I was pregnant with my boyfriend of 2 years. My parents lived in a different state than me, so I had to make the painful phone call. It went better than expected. They gave me a lot of support (more than I was anticipating). So, with that phone call out of the way, I started planning my new future. This future included marriage, a baby, and a big move to be with my parents. This plan was full proof. Or so I thought.
Three weeks after discovering I was pregnant, I lost my baby. My whole life turned upside down. Although I was nervous about becoming a mom, I eventually became excited and hopeful. That hope and excitement was replaced with grief and inevitable depression. My boyfriend broke up with me the day after I miscarried. And the next week my mom came and moved me to be with her. My life was spiraling out of control.
Once I got settled into my new home, my life started to become normal again. I managed my depression, I landed a job as a stylist at American Eagle, and I started skin school. I was decently happy. I flew through skin school, received my certification, and was on my way to a bright future. My miscarriage and heartbreak were behind me.
I graduated from skin school and decided I need a change. I decided to move back to the one place I knew would break me again. My mom was completely against it, but I was being drawn back there. My best friend flew down and moved me back up. I was so happy once I got there. I knew I was going to be able to start my own life there. But that dream was short lived. Jobs weren't easy to come by, and those ghosts that I left behind months ago were starting to haunt me. Once again, my mom came and moved me back to be with her. I wasn't particularly happy about it, but it's what was best for me.
I've been back home for a few weeks. And I've already messed my life up in more ways than not. A week or so after being back, I went to a party with one of my close friends. We got a little tipsy, I met a cute boy, and one things lead to another. Of course we didn't use protection. That would be silly of us, wouldn't it? That decision to not use protection has completely turned my life upside down, AGAIN. I'm 19 years old, and I'm pregnant by a stranger. I've come to the conclusion that I'm awful at making decisions. I don't know how I'm going to tell my mom. She is going to be sooo disappointed. I don't have a job, I'm broke, and I still rely heavily on my parents. How am I going to raise a child?
I know that everything is going to be okay in the end. It's just really scary thinking about how my life isn't going to be mine anymore. It's time to grow up. Here I go.