Growing Up Too Fast

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Growing Up Too Fast I always knew I wanted to be a mother; I just never planned on having a child while I was still a child. When I found out I was pregnant, I knew I was going to have to deal with a lot. I no longer could act or think only about myself. From that point on, I was responsible for someone else’s life. Being a mother is by far the most rewarding job in the world. Being a mother at 15, however, is frightening. I was filled with the shame of having to tell my parents that I disappointed them. I was overwhelmed, worried at how they were going to react. No matter how much emotional and mental preparation I tried to do, nothing could prepare me for that moment. I knew immediately that I had broken my dad’s heart. He began to cry. When my mom processed what I said, she almost hit me before she actually realized I was pregnant. Then, she also started to cry. I wasn’t sure if she was crying because of the disappointment, the fact that she couldn’t hit me, or both. Nonetheless, I knew I had hurt them both immensely. They felt as if I had ruined my future. Coming from a strong, Catholic family, my parents believed the right thing to do was to marry my boyfriend right away. My boyfriend and I were ecstatic (well at least I hope he was) because we were in love. However, the state disagreed. They said that in order for me to get married I had to at least be 16, and I was only 15. When that plan failed, the only other option, according to my parents, was that I move in with my boyfriend and his parents. Again, I was happy so I started packing right away. Living with him was not what I expected. We argued all the time. Often, he would leave me at his parent’s house all day while he was out with his friends. He didn’t care if I was bored or hungry because he was having a good time. Unlike my boyfriend, I had no social life. I left all my friends behind. I no

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