I was seeing this
guy for a while. I met him through a friend and we got along
great right away. There was only one drawback. He was 25 and
I am 17. I tried to brush it off like the age difference was
no big deal. The night we "officially" were together,
I drove over to see him and my friends, and then I went home
and they came later to pick me up. I knew that we would end
up drinking, since I was staying out that way that night.
I didn't know until later after all of us had been drinking
that I was going to stay the night with my boyfriend.
So after everyone left, we were sitting around and that was
the first time that we had sex. At first I didn't want to
because I don't like doing things that I may regret In the
future. So we were fooling around, and he kept wanting to,
and after I said no, he seemed alright with it. Then he started
at it again and I just gave in, thinking that I would be alright.
So afterwards I felt alright, I fell asleep in his arms and
I thought I would feel better in the morning. The next morning
he brought me home, he gave me a kiss and my sister, who doesn't
believe in interracial relationships, gave me a hard time
2 weeks later when I was supposed to get my period, I didn't.
I waited about a week because I was worried to take a test,
but when I finally did, it came back positive. I mean I have
only had sex with 2 people in my entire life, I'm not like
a hoe or anything. I had to tell my sister (my aunt was with
me when I took the test) and she told me that I needed to
tell my mom. THAT WAS THE HARDEST THING I EVER HAD TO DO IN
MY LIFE. My mom is a single mother, my dads not in our life,
so this broke her heart.
I decided that i needed to have an abortion. I was about
to be a senior in high school and i felt pressured and persuaded
to have an abortion, which i should have gone with my instinct.
Well the night i found out, i called my boyfriend and told
him and he acted like it was no big deal. After all, he already
had 3 kids, so it wasn't a big deal to him. But i was a young
naive girl who thought that this guy would be different. NOPE.
The night before the operation, I called my boyfriend because
I was upset, but I found out that he was out getting drunk.
He wasn't home the day I went to the clinic, and he didn't
know. Afterwards, he yelled at me for not telling him and
we got into a huge argument. He said he still wanted to be
with me but it was my fault. After putting up with more of
his threats and beating down my self esteem, i knew i had
to leave him. And now, 4 months later, I'm the one dealing
with the emotional pain and he doesn't give a damn.
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