The evening that we all found out I was pregnant my mother went to the grocery store. She came home with a baby bottle, a bib and a rattle. I knew then that I was going to survive, at least until the baby was born. She wasn't going to kill me.
My friend David came over that night with his mom. He already knew I was pregnant, we had talked about it many times before. He offered to marry me so that I wouldn't have to do it alone. It was sweet and at the time David was one of my very best friends, but I wasn't into him like that and never would be. I would rather go at it alone than be in a marriage of duty. Plus, I was 100% sure that Scottie would come around. I was carrying his baby, how could he not right?
As days went by and people started finding out about the baby there were various reactions, many of which were very surprising. My aunt offered to adopt the baby if I wanted to adopt it out so that it would stay in the family and I would be able to see it. My very best friend Becky, we'd been friends since Kindergarten, her parents would not allow her to speak to me anymore. They were afraid I would be a bad influence on her. Little did they know at the time but she was way more of a slut than I ever would be. My friend Sharon became my biggest supporter.
At school things were more difficult than at home. Teachers accepted and gave me a good bit of flexibility with my work. I think they were just happy that I was still coming to school. The students however, it seemed like everyone that I knew divided. Either they believed and supported me, or supported Scottie and hated me. I was the topic of many rumors and some people seemed to take joy in telling me things about Scottie that would hurt me. Like who he was dating, things he was saying about me.
I was terribly hurt by Scottie's behavior but honestly, I was more hurt because his brother Danny couldn't talk to me anymore and we were really good friends. We even had a science class together and that just became uncomfortable. Life goes on as it must and I was having a baby. I was happy about it. I loved that baby and I was keeping it. My family supported me, and the rest, well it did not really matter all that much. It was trying and emotional but everything in life is so we dealt with it and moved on.
My friend David came over that night with his mom. He already knew I was pregnant, we had talked about it many times before. He offered to marry me so that I wouldn't have to do it alone. It was sweet and at the time David was one of my very best friends, but I wasn't into him like that and never would be. I would rather go at it alone than be in a marriage of duty. Plus, I was 100% sure that Scottie would come around. I was carrying his baby, how could he not right?
As days went by and people started finding out about the baby there were various reactions, many of which were very surprising. My aunt offered to adopt the baby if I wanted to adopt it out so that it would stay in the family and I would be able to see it. My very best friend Becky, we'd been friends since Kindergarten, her parents would not allow her to speak to me anymore. They were afraid I would be a bad influence on her. Little did they know at the time but she was way more of a slut than I ever would be. My friend Sharon became my biggest supporter.
At school things were more difficult than at home. Teachers accepted and gave me a good bit of flexibility with my work. I think they were just happy that I was still coming to school. The students however, it seemed like everyone that I knew divided. Either they believed and supported me, or supported Scottie and hated me. I was the topic of many rumors and some people seemed to take joy in telling me things about Scottie that would hurt me. Like who he was dating, things he was saying about me.
I was terribly hurt by Scottie's behavior but honestly, I was more hurt because his brother Danny couldn't talk to me anymore and we were really good friends. We even had a science class together and that just became uncomfortable. Life goes on as it must and I was having a baby. I was happy about it. I loved that baby and I was keeping it. My family supported me, and the rest, well it did not really matter all that much. It was trying and emotional but everything in life is so we dealt with it and moved on.
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