17....And A Family?

At the age of 13, as many of you on GSB know, I got pregnant. Despite what my mother advised me to do, I put my baby boy up for adoption versus aborting it. I wanted nothing to do with the baby that had grown inside me, and even though the bond that I had with him was strong, I gave him up as soon as I could. I didn't even name him.

Should I have kept him? At age 13 I had just overcome a terrible eating disorder, my father had left my mother, me, and my siblings and I was in the midst of a self-mutilation frenzy. Not a good mother in my eyes at all. I have heard of young mothers keeping their babies and raising them with the help of their mom. But my was mom is a drug addict and an alcoholic.

Maybe I was just scared, either way keeping the baby seemed way out of the question and aborting it was just unfair. So I put it up for adoption.

If you've read previous blogs...I was and still am in love with a boy named Frankie Scott.Young love may seem stupid and it may seem we were not ready...but yes I was engaged to that boy this summer. I had known him since I was 5 and never stopped having feelings for him. Was it fate..? Obviously not considering the father of my child had killed himself before I had the chance to walk down the isle with him.

So since I am graduating in 5 months and turning 18 in 6...I know its time to start thinking about my future hardcore after all those years of putting it off. So the question was...step into the life of my child or go to college?

My grades weren't reassuring in the fact that I could make it into a university, but even a community college would benefit me in some way. But now after the guilt of leaving behind my son and not telling his father about him...the possibility of perhaps adopting my 4 year old son was in the back of my mind for months.

And about a month ago I made up my mind and decided to go after my son. At the very least just putting myself in his life, even if that means adopting him or not. With the help from my mother (who has currently been drug free and sober for a whole 2 1/2 months) and some friends they were able to find him.

His name was Issiah and he was killed on August 22nd, 2007 by a collision that his drunken foster dad had caused.

I had a family. I had a soon to be husband...and a child. Yet, we were never together. I'm not even 18 yet and I've lost my father, brother, sister, husband, and son.

I Miss You: Samantha, Frankie, Jack, and daddy.

R.I.P: Issiah. I'm sorry I was never their for you.
Posted on January 22nd, 2008 at 08:44pm

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