I'll share some of my story with you. I am 19 years old and i have a six month old baby. My brother and i grew up in an abusive household with my aunt and cousins. We didn't live our parents because they are drug addicts and the state took us away at a very young age. Growing up i experienced a lot of trauma. I've tryed my best to learn from my experiences instead of suffer from them. I got pregnant at 18 years old with a boyfriend i had been with off and on for two years. He really wanted me to get an abortion but i really didn't want to. I felt like whether i kept my son or not abortion would just be a way out. I was really nervous about being a young mother and wondered if i really would be able to be as good of a mom as i had always wanted to be. I decided one day that i just had to be. It wasn't going to be fair to my unborn son to just try. I had to really give everything that i had because i knew that the innocent baby inside of me has never done anything wrong and deserves nothing more than to be loved. I was induced on my due date because of high blood pressure. I was in labor for many hours when finnally WDN was born at 1:05AM September 8th. At that point my boyfriend and i were still together. The plan was that he would go to college to "Get an education for his family" while i was at home taking care of the baby. I live with his mother and sister. Unfortunately that didn't last long. He took the first term and then dropped out. I now know the reason was because he was cheating on me the whole time and felt terrible about it. He quit school and came home to help me take care of WDN living at his moms house. When i found out about his cheating i broke it off. We are no longer together but i still live at his house while i try to figure out what i'm going to do to make ends meet. I love my son more than i thought i could love anything. But it's a struggle trying to make it work with no college degree and only a part-time job.