When I was 15 years old I found out that I was pregnant. The father was a boy whom I had been very good friends with for two years. When I told him, he was fine with it. He said he would be there for me no matter what. I chose to keep my son. I didn’t and still don’t believe in abortion so it was a no brainer. I’m not going to lie…it was hard, my parents drank a lot, and my step-dad continually reminded me that I was a disgrace. My son’s father and I decided to make a relationship and everything seemed good at first. But I was young…my hormones were crazy anyway and he was no help. I’d cry and he’d yell at me for crying. Enough about that. My son, Kyle Thomas, was born on September 25, 2004 weighing in at 7 pounds 6 ounces. He was perfect in every way. His father and I fought a lot and he didn’t spend much time with us. That was probably for the better. When my son was 7 months old his father broke off our engagement. I started dating a great guy named Jacob. Since then he’s been the only dad our son has ever known. My life is great and I couldn’t ask for a better man in our lives.