Straight Female / 53
All Babies Are Welcome
As a sophomore college student I got pregnant. From the moment I realized I may be pregnant I panicked. Me? Knocked up. No way, couldn't be. But I was and I had to deal with it. Abortion. Adoption. Single mother. Never finish college. It was all bad. My best friend pushed me to tell the father. Shoved me actually. I was embarrassed. She tricked me into coming face to face with him. She stopped him and told him I had something to tell him. My mouth went dry, my heart raced. Admitting I was pregnant was admitting I had sex with him.
He asked one question, how did I know it was him? My answer was simple. Only he had sex with me. You can't get pregnant through osmosis. He deposited his sperm in me. He stood there for a few minutes, asked why I hadn't come to him earlier, told me that now I had to grow up, babies were for grownups not kids.
He came back to me three days later. We had to get married. For me, for the baby, for the future. So, how about Thursday? He had lab on Friday, and we needed a three day cooling off period. Marriage license next Monday, get married on Thursday. There was no other option. Before I showed.
I stayed in my apartment with my best friend. We convinced my parents to come for parent's weekend and a football game. At dinner that night, in my apartment we dropped the bomb on them. He was a graduating senior, I would take a year off, he was a shoe in for a job with GE where he had interned.
My father listened, stood up and called me a whore. I embarrassed him, my family. I was cut off. All of a sudden all I had was this guy, a baby in my belly and and my clothes. He took over, got a job, my roommate paid all the rent. His mother told me I could stay with her once the baby came. My grandfather told me not to worry. All babies are welcome. And that's how I started my family.
He asked one question, how did I know it was him? My answer was simple. Only he had sex with me. You can't get pregnant through osmosis. He deposited his sperm in me. He stood there for a few minutes, asked why I hadn't come to him earlier, told me that now I had to grow up, babies were for grownups not kids.
He came back to me three days later. We had to get married. For me, for the baby, for the future. So, how about Thursday? He had lab on Friday, and we needed a three day cooling off period. Marriage license next Monday, get married on Thursday. There was no other option. Before I showed.
I stayed in my apartment with my best friend. We convinced my parents to come for parent's weekend and a football game. At dinner that night, in my apartment we dropped the bomb on them. He was a graduating senior, I would take a year off, he was a shoe in for a job with GE where he had interned.
My father listened, stood up and called me a whore. I embarrassed him, my family. I was cut off. All of a sudden all I had was this guy, a baby in my belly and and my clothes. He took over, got a job, my roommate paid all the rent. His mother told me I could stay with her once the baby came. My grandfather told me not to worry. All babies are welcome. And that's how I started my family.
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