all over again
My story literally started out like every other girl who got knocked up at the age of 18. There was nothing really more to add to it all all, it wasn’t original. But unlike most girls my age that got knocked up I didn’t have a choice what to do with it. And like most girls my age I loved the
boy man that got me pregnant…
He had been my friend for 15 years, and 8 of those I was completely in love with him. At the young age of 10, I looked into those powerful green eyes that everyone fell for and knew I didn’t feel the same way anymore. This was of course right before he pushed me right off the old tire swing causing my to fall into the swampy lake. But because the dimples in his cheeks grew as his smile widened and his laugh filled my ears, I could never be mad at him.
It was at age 13 that our lips first met. This was what I considered my first kiss, but to him I think it was just practice. We were on the roof of my house watching the stars when he rolled over and just planted one on me. He told me he had always wanted to have kiss under the stars, and since we were both there, he just had to do it. That was the last time we kissed for a long time.
He started dating his girlfriend when he was 15. I being in love with him was obviously against this relationship but because I was a year younger I lacked many things that would make me equivalent to this dumb bitch that took my man. They dated for a year until he found her having a quicky with the substitute teacher behind the bleachers.
We didn’t start dating until I was 16, this was when he confessed that he just was looking for someone like me but nobody else would do but myself. Cheesy I know, but for me i was over the moon. 6 short months later I lost my v-card to him in the back of his 97 durango. It was definitely not what I had imagined my first time to be like but it was with him.
Two years later and a lot more experience, we were stuck in this situation. I had missed my period two months in a row, and now I was gaining weight. I didn’t tell him when I bought the pregnancy test because I didn’t want to freak him out, but 5 pee sticks later I was 100% positively two lines sure pregnant. And now I had to tell him.
I remember the look on his face when I told him. He gripped the couch so hard and then just stood up and walked out of my house. He didn’t call me for 4 days, which was understandable but I was a complete mess. When he finally did call me, all we did was cry. That was all we really could do because we were just two scared kids.
It had been three weeks after I had found out I was pregnant, and I thought things were getting better. We finally told our parents and mine let him stay with me. Everything was looking up for us until that night. Now I’m not going to get into it because you know what happened, and honestly its still a little hard for me to talk about. I lost the baby, and I guess I shouldn’t have been so sad or anything since every night I was praying for something to happen, anything so I would know what to do. I guess I just prayed so much that my words got twisted around and it made me seem like I wanted the baby gone.
We had so many plans what we were going to do, when we were going to get married, where we were going to buy a house but when we lost the baby, we lost all of those. And as much as I wanted all these things; what I really wanted was just to be that 10 year old little girl being pushed into the lake by the boy with the curly hair and the green eyes, falling in love all over again.