This is my pregnancy story. I was starting dating this guy my freshman year. He was so sweet and my family liked him but that changed sophomore year. He was verbally abusive to me a broke up with me many times. I would always go back even though my family would tell me not too. I wound up getting pregnant at the end of my senior year. He said hed change but by my sixth month he was cheating on me with his ex and his friends were covering for him but I refused to let this happen. I had to be induced two weeks early due to high blood pressure and was very upset and nervous but he was by my side and kept me calm. December 18th 2001, we welcomed and beautiful baby boy. The way he held him and the way he supported me made me feel like hes changed. Things were good for a while. I ended up pregnant again just four months after my son was born. I was super stressed and he was excited. In October of 2002 he lost his job and things got bad. He would stay out late or not come home at all. We lived with his parents and even though I had a job I had to rely upon them for transportation to and from work because he was never around. January 14th 2003, we welcomed another beautiful baby boy. The boys father again was by my side through the whole labor and stayed with our son while he got his first bath. Things were good for almost a year. I lost most of the weight and I was feeling good but he would say things like your still kinda fat, or are you stupid. He would scream and yell at me in front of his friends and his parents but did I leave no. I was naive and believed things would change. I got pregnant agian in 2005 and he was not happy. He said hed push me down the stairs, or give me something to miscarriage. I put a shell around myself and I tried to forget about my feelings for him. My daughter was born July 13th 2006. She was very little so she had to stay in the NICU. He had almost missed her birth, I wouldnt even let him hold my hand. After she was born and it was just us and her I told him he had till she was 3 months to shape up or Im gone. I know that I shouldnt of said that but I was at my end. 3 weeks later my mom and dad came to get me and my three children at 2 am and he went to jail. Ive moved on it was super hard at first but Im married now three years to the most wonderful man who took on the role of daddy. The kids still see their dad 2-3 days a week. Hes grown up a bit but I still dont trust him and I cant forget all the hurtful things he said or did to me. It has all made me a much stronger person for it. I love my kidos, theyre the best thing thats happened to me. This is Samantha by the way. FROM A FAN
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 20:50:45 +0000
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