Reblogged, agreeing with the author, with the hope this post will touch and help some who need to read these words and will benefit.
I met the father of my two oldest children when we were teenagers, around age 15. We ended up in a very long, very difficult relationship. If I had to pick 3 words to describe it, they would be: abusive, toxic, and unstable. When we were 17, we found out we were pregnant, and we were forced to marry. Our families decided that was what you did in that type of situation. Both of us knew it wasn’t the best idea up until the minute we said “I do”, but we figured they knew best, and we were scared teenagers.
Austin arrived in July 1995 after a very long and stressful pregnancy, but he was healthy and happy, as were we. As an 18-year-old new and still very naïve mom, I thought the baby would make everything better–that dad would become the husband and father of my dreams over night…
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