|The Diary of Conflicted Abbey|
This is part 2 of The History of Abbey
In my junior year, I was finally sucessful at achieving a real pregnancy. I found out while I was on vacation with my boyfriend and his family. The worse part was coming home and telling Brenda. She was rightfully upset, and her and her then husband, Igor*, were concerned for my future. "He will leave you" they said. "You will never finish school" they said. "You will never ammount to anything" they said. One rainy afternoon, just days after I announced that I was pregnant, Brenda and I were sitting on the porch of the house she and Igpr shared and she started in with the "You don't have to have this baby" crap again. Never once did she mention adoption, it was all or nothing. I finally had had it. I had come to my end point. I stood there and looked at her. With more nerve than I have ever had, I told her in a firm voice. "If you ever mention an abortion to me again, then I will walk right out that door and you will NEVER see me or my child again. Do I make myself clear?". I was serious. That was the last time that she mentioned abortion to me again.
Time passed, and I started my senior year. I was forced to have a meeting with the councilor at the school I was attended to discuss my options. No one really expected much of me in terms of seriously graduating. My councilor was like- Don't expect special treatment. "I don't." I tried to work it out so that I would only have to attend 2 classes a day my final semester, Physics and English, early in the morning so that I could continue school. "I'm sorry, but to continue at our school, you would have to be enrolled for an entire day." That was stupid. By second semester, I only needed 1/2 a credit to graduate, and just the two classes. I would graduate a half of a credit ahead, and with a college prep diploma. The councilor made it clear. No exceptions. They were not willing to work with me on this.
Brenda came to me shortly after I started that school year. Igor wanted me out by the time I turned 18 or the baby was born, which ever happened first. I took it well and moved out just before Winter break.
During Winter break, I gave birth to a baby boy. He was 7# 6.6oz, and had jet black hair. He was beautiful. I named him after his father.
By the grace of God, I met someone who put me in connection with a special alternative school, complete with a parenting program. My original school tried to fight me and say that I couldn't withdrawl myself from school without a parent's signature. "I am 18 years old, a legal adult, and already someone's parent. I know my rights as an adult." Needless to say, they let me withdrawl. I would attend four hours a day for 6 weeks (2 2hr classes a day), Monday thru Thursday, and my baby would be in the nursery there at the school. I started in March, and ended in May. My physics teacher pulled me aside and told me even if I didn't take the final, I would graduate from his class with a decent grade, I was that good. I opted to take the final. My GPA was 3.7 when I graduated. Upon learning of my high GPA, my previous school insist that I walk with them, that I graduate with them. I actually laughed at them.
"Are you kdding? When you thought that I would not suceed, you wanted nothing to do with me. Now that I am valuable, you want me? I don't think so."
After graduating, I had to move in with my boyfriend's family. I hated almost every moment of it. I fought with his stepfather, because he was a lot like Carl. A drunk and a looser. Interestingly enough, I stayed the weekends at Carl's house. He gave me gas money, and his new wife, Jessica*, was great. They loved the baby. They never had children of their own.
I was pregnant again, and that following winter, I gave birth to another baby boy. I named him Kevin*. He was 7# 12.9oz, and also had black hair. Prior to his birth, I worked the Christmas rush at TRU to save up and get the hell out of the inlaws. I had married my baby's father finally. I refused to give birth and bring the baby home to their trailer.
Time passed, and I got a job. And another. And another until I got a job at MedicalSystems A*. I worked there a year and a half, in which time, I got pregnant again. Shortly after my 21st birthday, I gave birth to another baby boy. I named him Larry*, and he weighed 6# 10.9 oz. He too had black hair. Shortly after going back to MedicalSystems A, I decide that it was NOT the company for me. I found another job in town, MedSystems B*.
I got pregnant, again. Shortly after my 23rd birthday, I gave birth to my daughter. She was beautiful and I was beside myself. Her name is Maggie*, and she weighed 7#6.1oz. She had the biggest cheeks I have ever seen on a baby, and jet black hair.
I have been at MedSystems B for nearly 3 years now, and I love it. So this is where my diary picks up...