I was 15 years old when I found out I was pregnant.
I told my younger sister first, and I remember bawling my eyes out as I explained. She really stepped up and comforted me, telling me she still loved me and that she'd help me no matter what. She helped me tell our parents and, though my father was angry and my mother was disappointed at first, they both accepted the fact after a while and even offered to help.
I told my boyfriend afterwards, but I didn't get the same reaction from him. He stated that he wasn't ready to be a dad, and left me immediately. I spent a long time crying over him, which I realize now was a stupid decision because he was a dumb ass.
I gave birth to our beautiful daughter in January 1991 and I forgot about her father immediately. She was the best thing to come out of the whole situation and I wouldn't trade her for anything.
24 years later, I'm married for the second time (the first ended on mutual terms), I have 6 wonderful, perfect kids and a pair of twins on the way. I want all the girls out there to know that being pregnant, having kids, as a teen is hard. It really is.
Don't let my story trick you into thinking you'll always have a happy ending. Because I know girls who've gone through the same thing and had their lives turn out a hundred percent different. Be safe, don't let him get in without protection. And if you are pregnant, remember you are not alone. No matter what happens, you are not alone.