I was 15 when I met the guy of my dreamsBy anonymous on 05/02/2014
I was 15 when I met the guy of my dreams; he played football, basketball, and ran track, he was cute, caring, funny and passionate, and he could relate to me without even knowing my story. The only problem was I was too wild to see what I was blessed with until I lost him.
When I was 16 I couldn't get his image out of my mind, I cried countless nights wishing I could have done, said, or been different. I reached out to him only to get the cold shoulder for he still hurt too. I knew asking him to just talk was more than I deserved but I just needed one word, one time to hear him, one chance to make it right and I did.
We have been together ever since. We started our family early (really by accident). But a month before my 18th birthday we brought my son into this world.
I love this guy he gives me life, without him I wouldn't be able to begin again, I wouldn't have known it was possible to live and be a teenage parent, he brings the light into my gloomy life; all is not well we are falling apart.
I want him and he... me, but that is not enough I am willing to fight for us till my last breathe, losing him would be losing me, losing him would be killing the very thing that I need. I know I sound cliché about loving him, but I know if he knew my past he would understand a little better why I am how I am, but I can't tell him as it is something I myself would never bring up. ... and only for it to get worse.
I'm 12 weeks pregnant and I can't help, but think abortion is the only option especially if I want to keep my family together.