I was 16 when I had sex with a boy from my neighborhood and got pregnant. We did it in the forest behind our subdivision. I had to get married and I moved to live with his family. The baby really helped everyone get over all the issues, and I was accepted by his family. It took a while for me to get used to having another name, but now I feel it is my name.

My family walked away from me. Slowly they just walked away. They came to see the baby when he was born, but then never came again.

My son is eight going on nine and it is hard to explain to him that his grandparents and his uncle and aunts never want to see him. They live in town, it is not like we are far away. I quit trying to get them to talk to me. It is just that now that my son is older I want to be able to tell him the truth but not have him hate them.

One thing, now that we are on our own, with jobs and all, we are expecting our second baby. I feel like it took forever to get here, to where we could have another baby. I haven't told anyone in my family. If they read my facebook they know, but I never was asked to friend them or anything. I am sure they know, because I am definitely pregnant.