Being pregnant and getting married in high school was hard but even harder knowing that I was marrying a man who was abusing me.
I remember when I first found out I was pregnant the doctor told me that the test was between positive and normal...it was more positive then normal, so she said I was pregnant. OK I thought strange but ok what did I know I was a teenage. The Dr. stated that I needed to have an ultrasound to check everything out. So off to the hospital to have an ultrasound I go. In the meantime, she told my mom I was pregnant and my world of hell sank deeper into the realms of hell.
I had the ultrasound done and the tech asked me, who told you that you were pregnant...I replied my Dr.and she asked who my Dr. was, I gave her the name of my Dr. and the tech said nothing else after that. A couple of days later I called to see how my ultrasound turned out. They told me everything looked good and my next appointment was in January.
In the meantime, I got pregnant. When I went to see the Dr. in January she said nothing showed on the ultrasound but I'm still pregnant. What I said, am I pregnant or not. I called to check on the ultrasound and you said everything was fine. She had the nerve to tell me that I was still due in July, that the blood work that she was going to do would confirm that. Sure enough I received a phone call to say I was still due in July. By now another Dr appointment was set up...
When I went to see the new Dr. one that my sister went to and who delivered me said I was not pregnant..but he was wrong and I was....I was sitting with the devil now..no way out of hell...
Great all this hell for what for what I thought. The X cried and said he needed me and wanted me to marry him still. Great... the quick wedding was planned...my family was giving me no way out...and I was falling deeper in to realms of hell..
The day after I found out I wasn't pregnant (I actually was now but no one knew it). His mom came to my house....chatted with me like she was my best friend and she cared for me. Wrong....I had to get in the shower to go meet with the Rev. for our wedding..while I was in the shower. His mom told my mom that I was trapping her son into marriage. My mom according to her... told her that she could not wait for me to leave the house. My X's mom tore him a new butt and told him I was trapping him into marriage. Like he was a prize..a keeper...not...he went spastic and tore his grandma's house apart.
He packed his bags and I went along with him to Florida....which a story for later..
I seem to be caught in the middle of a cross firer in hell and no one was reaching out with a life preserver to help or save me...Just a quick note for all you who say why did you go. The X was already beating me and my mom knew...Lost and alone with no where to turn. So I went...
Again I tell you this to help someone not for pity, life by far has not been good to me but from all the tragedy I have become a strong woman and I'm lucky. As you will see the abuse in my life did not stop until I got divorce 3.5 years ago. Many, many years of abuse in one form or another but that is for a different day.
Child help National Child Abuse Hotline 1-800-4-A-CHILD
National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1−800−799−SAFE (7233) or TTY 1−800−787−3224.