I never imagined it would happen, not in a million years

I went with my older sister to wedding in Central America, a friend of hers from college. We stayed at a real nice hotel, where the reception was. It was a full on Catholic wedding, so they had the big Mass and everything else. The party lasted all night, three bands played in shifts to cover the night. They served breakfast at five thirty in the morning. I had never heard of a party like that. My sister got lost and didn’t come to the room.

I went down for an early lunch around 11:30 and there was a guy there I had met the night before. I didn’t remember his name so he had to repeat it and he talked to me and offered to show me his room. You have to be fifteen to be that stupid. He took my pants off first, and stuck his head between my legs. He stood up and got his pants off and he had a hard dick and I closed my eyes until he was done. I went home to New York with a baby in me. My sister went home with VD.

In our town, our school, there weren’t too many fifteen year old pregnant girls. I had to stay home and do correspondence school because the school wouldn’t allow a pregnant girl there. I had the baby normally, like nature intended. It was my mother’s idea to teach me a lesson about letting a boy screw me. To scream and feel the real pain of child birth. The only thing going for me is that when you are real young you pass the baby easier. Then breast feeding, for one year. When it was time for me to go back to school, I was seventeen and I was enrolled in a Christian Academy, not my regular school.

I am a school teacher now, my parents helped me, paid for, a house for me and my daughter, she is ten years old. I only recently started dating a man I met through my parents, they have to approve. He’s in his last year of his residency and will be a Dentist pretty soon. He doesn’t mind that I have a half hispanic baby, she is beautiful and looks Italian to us. I never contacted her father, I told my parents that I didn’t want to. She is my baby, and I didn’t want to share. The good thing is that my parents could afford to help me. If I marry this man, and there is a lot that has to happen first, like he has to want to marry me. I will have a baby right off. I can’t hardly control my desire for another baby, as soon as he became a possibility that is all I think about.

That’s where I am now. One little mistake and my life went upside down. My sister got her VD taken care of, but my condition couldn’t be treated with antibiotics.