I was 15 when I got pregnant, which was 6 years ago. I was in love and head over heels. The only thing was I was college bound and my boyfriend at the time dropped out of school and had a not so legal job. Great guy, loving and caring, just didnt make great choices in life.
I skipped my summer job as a camp counselor to get a pregnancy test with my sister by my side and just as I suspected I was pregnant. The answer didn’t surprise me but this wasn’t right it should happen to me. So I thought.
I had to tell Mom and Dad at different times, they weren’t at the house together. It was hell. Torture to the youngest, straight A, captain of the cheerleading squad and first chair in band to tell this news to her parents. After all of the accomplishments I had made why this set back?
After talking to my ex, we will call him “John”, and my parents I knew what I had to do. I already knew. Not for anyone else, but for myself. I didnt struggle with the idea of it, of course I was stressed, but I was very confident about my decision. The day of my appointment I looked at my parents and “John” and smiled and reassured them this was right.
Today I am a senior at college, getting ready for graduate school. I honestly can say I don’t think I would be here if I had a child when I was a child myself. I am not sorry for my decision. I saved two lives that day, maybe three if I include “John”. I AM NOT SORRY.
