After talking for a little bit we ended up meeting. At first we both liked each other from what we had in common and from talking on-line. Once we meet though we were not attracted to each other. So we decided to be friends at first. After hanging out though we started to become attracted towards each other. After a little while we started to date.
He had a little bit of a temper but I pushed that aside, because I had dealt with worse. I was only allowed over when his dad was not home, because his dad was a very controlling mean person. We had some good times together we sang together and watched tv amongst other things. We never really left his dads.
After a month I started to feel weird. I was sick and just not feeling right. I ended up taking a pregnancy test but it came up negative. So I went on living my life the way I did not putting anything past it. A few more weeks went by and I still did not feel good. Something had to give. I took more pregnancy test and they all came back negative.
Our relationship was doing ok we both were worried about what was going on with me. I was in the kitchen one day and my mom looked at me and asked if I was pregnant. I had told her I had taken several test and they all came back negative so I was guessing not. She ended up making me an appointment at our health department in town. I went in knowing it was going to come back negative because it had so many times.
I was sitting in the room waiting for the results after I had peed in a cup. I was nervous as could be. What if it came back positive? What was I going to do? After a little bit they came in and said congratulations you are expecting. I just looked at them with a blank stare. I was like what? Are you kidding. They said no ma’am it came back positive. I was in shock. What was I going to do? How was I going to tell everyone?
After leaving the health department I called my mom and lets just say she was not the happiest but it had happened and she supported me. I went over to the my boyfriend’s house and told him. We both sat there in silence not knowing what to say. After a little while we started to talk. I do not believe in abortion so that was not an option. I told him I can take care of the baby myself if he did not want to be in the baby’s life.
We stayed together but it was not going to last long. After a few weeks of finding out we were driving around and I had wanted to stop by my friend’s house. We went inside and was hanging out. We were just sitting around and hanging out and all of a sudden he started to throw a fit. He told me he wanted to leave and then took off to my car. He was drunk so I was just going to let him go sleep it off. I stayed inside with my friends and kept hanging out. I ended up going down and checking up on him. That is when he laid his hands on me for the first time.
I ran back up to the apartment and went inside he came running up behind me. My friends would not let him in. He tried banging down the door. They were going to call the cops but I stopped them. He was the father of my child. He had already been in trouble with cops and I did not want him to be in more trouble. Little did I know they had called the cops but only because they were concerned for mine and the baby’s life.