A beginning

I have decided to blog about my adventures as a teen mom. Granted, I don't think that entirely applies to me anymore considering I am 26 at the moment, but I still endure struggles that are consequences of having a baby when I was 17, be them indirect or not.

I cannot blame my personal transgressions on anyone but myself. I can, however, say that at the age of 16, lack of parental supervision played a major role in my decision making (good and not-so-good). Realistically, sending me to live with my Aunt's and Uncle when I was 15 was the best choice my mother could have made for me. Unfortunately, that stay came to an early end following a family fall out between my guardians at the time. When I went from being cared for by a person who is mostly indifferent to my behavior, to a household that does care, and back to a household that does not, I was inclined to make poor decisions. One of them being dropping out of high school, leaving my mothers house to live with my 16 year old boyfriend, and hanging out with kids who were doing drugs and participating in other dangerous activities. Fortunately, I can honestly say that I have never tried one drug. When put under peer pressure to try drugs, I just told them I had tried that drug before and I didn't like it - no one ever questioned me. I always envisioned the prospect of becoming an addict. No one ever tried drugs for the first time with the intention of becoming a meth addict - but it happens every day. And I was well aware of that fact and terrified of becoming that statistic. Instead, I became an entirely different statistic. I found out I was pregnant with my boyfriend of 2 months' child when I was 16. I was terrified to tell my mother because she always told me that if she ever found out I was having sex that she would "kick my ass"... and I was pretty sure she wasn't kidding (turns out I was wrong). So I hid it from my family. I had no idea what I was going to do but I figured a good place to start would be going back to school. I enrolled myself into the local alternative school, State Street High School. Yes. I had to enroll myself in high school. I couldn't tolerate my mother so I moved in with my ex-step-father, John, and his new wife, Kathy. As well as her child, Brady. Additionally, she was expecting a baby girl, Samantha. No knew I was pregnant until my Aunt Cindy asked me after a visit with her in Las Vegas (half my close relatives live there). I confessed my pregnancy and my Aunt Rhonda (who was informed by my Aunt Cindy) told my mother. Eventually I sucked up my pride, shut my big mouth, and moved back in with my mother. I gave birth to Madison when I was 17 years old, on May 23rd.