Let me tell ya a story, I never thought it could happened to me but it did. The man I thought I was gonna be with for a while he was good in the beginning then some how changed. When we first met him it was love at first sight to me I thought he was just another guy. I walked up to him and ask may I help you cause your lookin too hard, he said no I’m just lookin because you have a beautiful smile after that we were inseparable.
About 5–6 months after that I got pregnant, we was so happy to have a baby on the way. Then it got stressful cause we keep getting into arguments about him lookin for a job to support the baby. I was still going to school he dropped out we both are eighteen. I lived with my parents and he lived with his mom. His mom was so happy to be a grandma she even offered to help us take care of the baby, but I didn’t, it was our responsibility not hers. My mom didn’t know yet I was too scared to tell her so I kept the pregnancy to myself. While I was one and a half months pregnant he was out side at my grandma’s house and we took a walk so we could talk and it turned into a argument, he hit out of anger. I was not takin that so I hit him back then he got real mad and pulled my hair, slapped me over and over and over again. I cried helplessly no one was there to help me my face was swollen, my nose and my lip was bleeding. He gave me his white t-shirt to clean the blood all I could do was cry and I remember that he said he would never hit me from there. I should have left him but I couldn’t I was carrying his child.
I never did believe in aborting so I had no choice, I refused to call him, see him, talk to him until he say he’s sorry. I didn’t go back to school until all the bruises went away, he came bye to see me but I refused to, the next week I made him beg me to forgive him so I did. He didn’t hit me for like a good two and a half weeks after that. I was goin through a hard time my niece was in the hospital, she’s eleven, she’s been there since the day after Thanksgiving and what makes it worst two days after she’s there my great grandmother passed away. I went to go see him me my sister and my sister’s boyfriend we all went to his house and one night we was on the phone he threatened to beat the shit outta me cuz I called him a bum for not getting a job.
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