Two years ago, I found myself in a compromising situation. At the time, I was 18, getting ready to graduate high school as Valedictorian, and about to move to an out-of-state college. I knew something was wrong when I skipped two consecutive menstrual periods. I began to think the typical “what if” questions, so I decided to go to Wal-Mart and purchase my very first pregnancy test. After purchasing the test, I went straight to Wal-Mart’s restroom. As I sat on the toilet, I thought about my mom’s disappointment and my dad’s fury. That is when I looked down and saw the result of two pink lines.
After a couple of weeks, I had no more strength to keep up my masquerade that everything was fine. My mom was the first person to notice my regular morning sickness and my longer sleep habits. When she confronted me, I had to take off my mask and tell her the undeniable truth. She then asked me the toughest question of my life: what did I want to do? All I knew was I did not want my dad to know. It took me almost an entire month to come to a conclusion. I decided it was not the right time for a child to bring another child into this world.
Please understand I have not, do not, and will not regret my decision. Yes, the thought of my past hurts me and sometimes brings me to tears, but there are no “what if I had not done what I did” thoughts in my head. Now, two years later, I’m going to college and making good grades, living in a fun-filled city, I’m no longer with the guy who got my pregnant, but I am with a guy who is the greatest. One day I know I will have kids, but I know that day was not two years ago or tomorrow.
