Times Move On But They Never Change

My grandmother told me that everything happens for a purpose. She was talking to me after I became pregnant at 14. She was the only one who didn't call me names or ask the dumb question, why did you do that? The truth is that I didn't really do anything. I went to the football game with my friend, and a couple of senior guys were there talking to us and the next thing I know I am standing there alone with him and he walks me under the bleachers towards one of the main concrete support columns and he kisses me and undresses me and he has sex with me. He helped me get dressed again, and when we got back to where my friend was, he high fived with the other guy talking to my friend. I was not involved.

Later I learned that my friend knew all about it. But like my grandma said, everything happens for a purpose. You get pregnant by someone you hardly know, you lose your friend over it, you are alone. What was the purpose. Only God knows, my grandma said.

Well it's been fifteen years, I'm 29 and my daughter is 15. Hard to believe. She is the most loving person I know. She knows about her father, but he never wanted to get involved and the best thing for us was that he didn't get involved. In that time, a whole lot of girls got pregnant, they said it was in the water. What was really going on was that there were bets on who could get who pregnant. That's what the high five was about. A bet, and he won the bet. That I got pregnant just meant that he was the man. He knocked me up on one try. Big man. The other boys did their best, some got girls pregnant, others didn't. It was important to knock up a girl. If not, it was the girl's fault and she was unwanted.

That's why my daughter has gone to an all girls school. I don't want her around those types of boys. But not wanting her to be around those boys doesn't mean that she doesn't know them and right now her cousin, who is also 15, is pregnant. I also heard that my daughter was experimenting. I thought it was dr*gs, but no, it is experimenting with another girl. LGBT and all, it's the in thing. She tells me it's safe sex, you can't get pregnant that way. Maybe I should have thought about that when I was 15. They exchange panties at school, they get in a stall and take their panties off and kiss each other's womanhood and exchange panties and go back to class. Maybe if there were boys they would be practicing giving blowjobs. At least she's not pregnant.