I have a pretty good relationship with my parents now. They definitely help me with taking care of my son every now and then. They are kind of pressuring me to try dating again.
When I first told them I was pregnant, my dad was pretty pissed initially and my mom was super disappointed but they kind of cooled off and became more supportive which I appreciated.
I work for part time for quest diagnostics and as a waitress on weekends.
I don’t interact too much with my son’s friends, but they are usually pretty surprised when they see me. I remember opening the door when my son’s friends came over for the first time and one of them asked if I was his older sister!
My relationship with my son is pretty great. Recently he’s been kind of his pre-teen era but we’re still very close. I feel like being a younger mom also helps me relate to him a little more.
I grew up in a pretty religious household so that was kinda immediately off the table. But honestly, I’m not super religious myself and I am pro-choice. I won’t lie and say I never considered it, but I feel like I would have always wondered what my son would have been like had I aborted. Personally, I felt like I had a good enough support system to raise a kid even at my age. Now, I have no regrets and I’m extremely happy with how things have turned out raising a son.
Hearing comments from other people about me having a kid was probably one of the hardest things to deal with at school. I could sense judgement even from teachers just from the way they looked at me. Also being a POC in a mostly white town didn’t make things better. Luckily I had a few supportive friends who would always check up on me and stuck by me.
I definitely have no regrets of becoming a mother. My son is my whole world, and I love him so much. I’m a big believer in everything happening for a reason, so I’m grateful for whatever comes to me.
My ex was a year and a half older than me so he was 16 almost 17.
Managing high school while having a kid was difficult but fortunately I had grandparents who were willing to take care of my son while I was at school. My mother also helped a bit, but both my mother and father were working full time.
I never fully dropped out, but I did take a semester off to recover from giving birth and all of the stress. My partner continued school as well.
Typically his physical/sexual abuse was only directed to me behind closed doors and never towards our son. One night, he came home super drunk (Suffered from alcoholism) and started loudly yelling at our son randomly. I stepped in and he slapped me. That’s kind of when I decided I had enough, and I told him to leave. He broke down and I convinced him to go to rehab and I ended the relationship.