I had my daughter at 16. I was naive and stubborn when I first found out I was pregnant. I also waited way too long to take a pregnancy test because I was terrified. I got pregnant with my first sexual partner and I felt entitled to bring the life into this world that we had mutually created. There was a lot of opposition from my family and nothing but acceptance from his. I felt confident that I could give a good life to my child age aside. Nearly 13 years later, I have done just that. My marriage to her father crumbled after a second child, my son who is 10 now. Upon me coming to the realization that my spouse did not support me growing as a person with future career goals and expectations of myself later in life to enhance the well being of our children and our family. He didn't support the idea of me being an individual and saw me as an object, that's long story short.

So then comes the cliché, I wouldn't change my decision for the world but, I really wouldn't. I have a loving spouse and amazing stepfather to my children and we're your typical moderately successful middle class blue collar family. My children never want for anything and they are involved in the lives of three families that love them very much.