My road to parenthood didn’t start in the most romantic of ways as a matter of fact it started on an air mattress in the middle of my friends Living room approximately 6 hours after I walked across the stage to get my high school diploma. The guy wasn’t a stranger I had dated him for well over a year. We had broken up though the month before when in a drunken rage he beat me up for being 15 mins late getting to his house. I was devastated, he had gotten physical before but never to the extent of that day. I couldn’t hide the after effects of the altercation and my mom h had him arrested. I hadn’t seen him since that day till the night I graduated from high school. The friend whose house I was at that night happened to be his baby sister’s and he showed up drunk himself and well one thing led to the other. I didn’t think getting pregnant was even a possibility because I was on the pill and had been for years due to female problems and he wore a condom.And to be honest he was the last person I would’ve picked to father a child. We went our separate ways that next morning with only a few phone calls between us till that fateful day in August when I put together the clues of no menstrual cycle and not being able to stand certain smells without losing what little I was able to get into my stomach and figured I better get myself somewhere and get a pregnancy test. It was only 11 days till my 18th birthday and I was gonna be a mom. Despite the physical violence I let myself be swayed by the promises he would never hit me again and his heart felt and got back together with him because I was terrified of doing the parent thing alone.. Little did I know I would be doing it anyways..