With my husband, we did not develop a relationship. I went to my parents to think about whether we should live together, and a week later I realized that I was pregnant.
Of course, I first called my husband, and happily told him that he would be a dad. But when silence appeared in the receiver, it became clear that this was not part of his plans. And apparently further life with me, too.
There was one last chance – parents. Not knowing how to say this to my mother, I came up with a whole plan. She asked how she told her grandmother what was waiting for me. When I received the answer, I simply added: – And I, too. Mom smiled, made me understand that not against it. Then I realized that I am not alone in this situation, but there is a person who is with me. Fear began to leave a little.
The next day, I went to the ultrasound, it was unforgettable. In me, another life, tiny, but it is! The doctor said that already 6 weeks. She came home happy, and holding a picture in her hand, walked over to her mother. But this time, her face was not as funny as yesterday.
And relatives offered an alternative
It turns out that there was a conversation between relatives, and my aunt insists on an abortion. And everyone decided that they would send me to study abroad, to a good institute. I will forget my former love, and my life will be beautiful. I had no words at that time. Mom just said: – Decide for yourself, and I will support you in any case.
In my head everything was already decided when I saw the baby on the screen. I thought about everything and realized that this is my life! And I will not kill anyone! And my mother’s words would not change anything. But the soul felt good, and the fear completely disappeared. I cried all night in my room, not knowing how to talk now to relatives who do not understand me. In the morning I made a message to everyone that my baby will be! And I decided so!
I defended life – and his and mine!
The most important decision was made, but there were still two left – work and husband. With work, everything was decided on its own, there adequately responded to my pregnancy, and I calmly went about my business.
But with my husband I had to make war, but after unsuccessful persuasion, he decided to disappear from my life.
Together with the kid, they defended a diploma in college, were at the graduation. Then she reread the entire Internet to get rid of her fear of the hospital. And I must say that I did it. A few months later she gave birth to a boy, a blue-eyed blond. When I picked him up, I realized that she herself was happy in the world. Just lived for him and knew that he was my life!
Of course my parents helped me, and my aunt eventually realized that she was wrong. But for this it was necessary to prove that I am already big, and I myself can make decisions, and be responsible for my child. Now my son is almost 6 years old, and I have never regretted that I bore him, and I was not afraid of difficulties.