Now, David and I knew we were pregnant the day after the
conception but we didn't know if we were ready to tell my family that we knew.
His family knew; his family knew everything about everyone; it was my parents
we were afraid to tell. Three weeks after David and I had gotten together David
ended up moving in and we lived with my parents. David wasn't able to drive at
this point, he had his license taken away for something that slips my mind
right about now, so I was the one that drove him everywhere. He ended up
getting a job at a gas station working third shift so I would take him to work
and go home and get some sleep. He would then call me an hour before his shift
ended and let me know if he needed a ride home or if he was going to catch a
ride from someone else. Only a few times did he get a ride from someone else,
most of the time I was awake anyways and would go get him, but it always seemed
to be that the person bringing him home was an ex girlfriend. I was none too
thrilled knowing that he was going to be brought home to me, his pregnant
girlfriend, by someone he used to sleep with. It also seemed to take him hours
to get home because he would go back to their place and hang out with them. If
I text him about my concerns he would tell me to get over it, that he was
friends with all of his ex’s and that was something I was just going to have to
deal with. He would get home 2-3 hours after his shift ended.
We were talking about getting married and moving in to our
own place together, so I knew we needed to tell my parents soon that we were
pregnant. I was scared to death. I knew my parents would be upset, they did not
really trust David. So one day while my parents were in the living room
watching TV David and I walked up to them and told them we needed to talk. We
had told them we were planning on getting married; my dad’s reaction still
amazes me. My dad’s reply was “are you pregnant?” and he chuckled. The silence
was deafening. After 10 seconds of silence my dad just looks up me and David
and shakes his head. My mom not paying much attention to the conversation has
no clue what is going on and asks what we are talking about. My dad told her
David and I were having a kid and my mom started laughing thinking it was a
joke then looks at my face. I swear my mom was going to faint once it sunk in. She
turned shades of green and white. Needless to say my parents were not happy
about their jobless 19 year old getting pregnant by a guy like David. I was
already a month along so there was really nothing to do.
It didn’t take David long to decide that this relationship
was not for him. We had been spending time at his Dads house and were sitting
at the kitchen table talking to his Dads girlfriend. He texts me and tells me
he needs to talk to me, but not while we were at his dads. So I convinced him
to step outside to talk. That is when he tells me that he can’t be with me
because he is still in love with his ex. He thought he was over her, but he
can’t get her out of his mind. Mind you, his ex was locked up in an insane
asylum for trying to kill herself and he had no idea when she was ever going to
be getting out. I was devastated. All I could do was go inside to get my things
and leave. I am still surprised to this day that I made it home safely. I was a
hysterical mess and it was raining outside. I was crying so hard that I could
barely see. I managed to drive the hilly curvy country roads home though. I ran
inside still sobbing, ignoring my parents request to tell them what was wrong
and I slammed the door shut to my room. I proceeded to grab everything that was
David’s and throw it into a box. My mom came in and asked if I wanted a hug and
I said I wanted my dad. My dad was standing right behind her so he moved to
where he was in front of me and I just broke down again. I couldn’t believe
that David has chosen a nut over me and his child. I was so tempted to either
throw his stuff in the dumpster or wait till it stopped raining and burn
everything. Instead I stupidly text him and told him I was brining him his
stuff and that I never wanted to see him again.
So I went to his dad’s apartment and text him telling him
that I was outside. He came out acting like nothing had just happened and tried
his best to get me to smile. I just glared at him the entire time he was trying
to talk to me. He kept saying how we could still be friends for our kid, and
that everything would be ok. He tried to tell me that it wasn’t that he didn’t
love me, but he just couldn’t get over his ex. I couldn’t stand to look at him
and just told him to go to hell, got in my truck, and left.
The next few months would be a roller coaster. David would
convince me to take him back just to leave three weeks later over and over
again for 6 and a half months. He would never break up with me in person
either. He always did it in a text message or over the phone. The last time he
called the home phone to break up with me and my mom ended up telling him that
she was sick and tired of him doing that to me and to stop calling me until our
son was born. So for the last 2 and a half month of the pregnancy he and I had
nothing to do with each other.
Before my mom put a stop to our contact David and I had a
name picked out for our son, everyone had known the names we had picked out.
The name was not something I was 100% comfortable with so I completely changed
our sons name after we stopped talking. I also planned on giving my son my last
name and not his fathers. I prayed and hoped that David would just forget about
me and my son and planned on raising my son completely by myself. I was going
to be a single mother no matter how hard it was. My son didn’t need anyone
except me. I was GOING to make this work!
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