Stronger Because Of It All
I met this guy from some friends when I was young. We were together for six months. After we had broken up, every time I would see him we would hookup. Finally, about three years later, we started dating again. I got pregnant six months into the relationship. Everything was fantastic. My family was there for me and so was his. I was the happiest girl ever because I was in love and I was having a baby. I was young and, yes, I was very nervous, but I was happy that I was having a little baby growing inside of me that was a part of him. I would have been a great mother. My boyfriend was the best he could be, and I really thought he loved me because he treated me like I was his everything. I had my baby boy earlier than I was supposed to. I had him at six months and he lived for only a day. My boyfriend says he took it as hard as me, but I highly doubt it. My baby was born seven days before my birthday, and on my birthday my boyfriend told me he didn't want to see me all the time because he needed space. I cried because I was having such a hard time. I loved him so much. I didn't want to lose him. So, I cried, and cried, and cried, and he didn't care one bit. He wanted his friends only. It's been a month, and now he calls me everyday for like ten minutes. He acts like nothing happened and like he doesn't care about me at all. He comes around to hang out from time to time, but it's only for an hour or he doesn't show at all. All he seems to want to do is have sex. He only tells me he loves me when he's drunk. So, I figured out I didn't deserve anything he did to me. He treated me horribly after our son died. I changed my cell phone number yesterday so he couldn't call me. This is definitely the end of my relationship. And, you know what? I grew very strong from it.
— Victoria, 21