Never Thought I Would End Up Here, Telling My Story

It was New Years Eve 2014, I was home for the holidays, turned twenty that fall. I went with my sister to a party of some friends of hers. I went back to school pregnant.

By the end of March I had made up my mind to go ahead with the pregnancy. My mother offered to help, while I finished school. I would have to transfer back to the local college. And live at home.

I had a boy. For some reason's men think highly of you for giving them a son, a single girl feels better with a girl. Having a boy I decided to call the dad. His answer was what you expect, why had I hidden from him, kept his kid from him. And why was I now calling him? Child support?

What happened after that I never expected. I should have, but I was caught by surprise. And so began my road to being his wife. I resisted, talked the talk, but did not walk the walk. Slowly, day by day, he bent me, one millimeter at a time. But bent his way I was. When I did graduate, his son was eighteen months old and I was still living at home.

I moved because of my son, not because he told me. I set up house because it felt better for my son, not because he told me. I got pregnant again so my son would have a sibling, not because he told me. I got married because he told me.

Yes, I was bent enough to know when to argue, and when to do what I was told.

I'm 30, New Years is coming up, I have two kids at home. Like every New Years since that night I got pregnant, we are staying home. A man knows when to do what his baby mama's tells him, and stays home with his wife and sons.