The Best Thing
The day my son Conner was born. I was 18 years old and incredibly immature for my age. When I realized I was pregnant, Conner’s father and I made the decision to get married, and we bought a house out in the country. I was a bit too young in age and mindset to have a child but, I didn’t know that. Since, several of my friends had children when they were 15 and 16 years old. I thought I was doing pretty good being 18 almost 19 when my son was born. I figured “Well I’m pregnant, next step get married, buy a house, give birth, live happily ever after”. I thought life was that simple and easy, I didn’t know you had to work at things and that life was actually hard especially when you start a family and are not mentally ready.
My marriage started getting hard and it’s awfully hard to raise a child, babies need you constantly. We lived out in the middle of nowhere and I didn’t have any friends close by. So I was stuck in the house with the baby all day, while in an unhappy and hopeless marriage. Finally, I made a few friends and we started going to the bar on certain nights there was a bartender that never carded anyone. I started going out any chance I got just to get out of the house and have a break from the baby.
Eventually my husband and I got a divorce and our sweet, innocent child had to grow up in a broken home, just like I did. Since I was only a waitress and I had to move in with my mother. Conner’s dad got custody of him. We saw each often in the beginning because I only lived an hour away and, he wasn’t in school yet however, after a few years I moved out of the state and it became hard to see each other we were limited to holidays and summer. The long distance was hard on all of us. Things ended up working out fine in spite of it all.
Conner, today is in his third year of college and is an A student (he has been since the 5th grade). It must have been so hard to grow...
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