My Second Pregnancy, Men change for about 5 mins sometimes.
When I got pregnant for the second time, I was coming off my Depo shot. Stephen refused to take me to get another because he didn't want to drive to the place I got mine. My depo was a three month shot and we thought that it still had some time anyway. Stephen had been being extremely nice to me lately and this time around I took a first response when I started getting sick. He didn't beat me and he was starting to get me vitamins and stuff, he wasn't happy that I was pregnant again but he was trying to care (at this point in time he was trying to get off the drugs.)
A week went by and Stephen started coming home late, he was saying it was because he needed to make more money for me and the baby and at first I was so happy that he was being the man I fell for. This turned out to be a lie, he was cheating on me. The girl was one of our neighbors and she had 5 kids of her own, she was 26. I was laying in bed one day feeling nauseas and my phone rang, I answered it and all I could hear was sounds of moaning and him telling her that he didn't love me and that he was going to take me to a homeless shelter. Then the moaning stopped and she asked him about our baby. He told her if I carried long enough we would put him/her up for adoption so that he wouldn't have to take care of IT. I heard him say he was going to the bathroom and then I heard the shower, as soon as I heard the shower I heard her "Guess what you little slut, your man is mine and you won't have a baby this time too." I was stunned, angered and really exhausted.
He came home from work, walked over to the closet and put on his usual sweat pants and asked me what I had cleaned all day. I told him that I had been sick and couldn't do much. He got mad and slapped me in the face and told me to stop making pregnancy a reason for laziness. I told him that I wasn't lazy and that I knew about the girl down the street. He turned around and slapped me again and told me that I didn't know anything about her and that I was a stupid slut that needed her mouth ripped off her face. His sister lived in the house with us and came in yelling and asking what I did to her brother and why he was upset... I was the one crying and being slapped in the face. He stopped hitting me and told me to shut my mouth and went outside. She asked me what was wrong and acted like she was going to console me, walking over to sit at the edge of our bed. I told her I was pregnant again and that he was cheating on me with the girl down the street. She turned to me and smiled and said she knew and told me that I was a skank and pushed me off the bed and kicked me in the stomach. He of course thought I was hitting her so he came in and started hitting me too. I got up bleeding all over and went to the bathroom and saw that I had something in my underwear like the first time, but smaller. I bled for a week and a half. He refused to take me to the doctor and I cried over my baby at night.
My birthday came and my parents wanted to start trying to be a part of my life again, they still refused to listen about the miscarriages but they offered me to move back to their house. Stephen had been sober and clean for about a month and had said it was a good idea and he was telling me he loved me and that he begged me not to break up with him. After all this... I didn't break up with this man. I moved to my parents' house where I found myself miserable because they were still threatening me with kicking me out at every move. I was told that I shouldn't cry about anything and that I HURT THEM by loving Stephen and wanting to be with him. They eventually caused me to move to my grandmothers house and while I was there I tried to kill myself over the loss of my children and the way my family treated me. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks and had to be put on the psych floor on suicide watch. I was 18 years old and my parents were still being able to tell them stuff... it shouldn't have been that way. Mom told them that I had never had any miscarriages or been pregnant and that I was crazy and should be on medication.
I started having period problems when I got out of the psych ward and they sent me down to a OBGYN, he said he had my info and noticed my miscarriages and relayed it to them they took me off the meds and apologized. I was told they couldn't find out the reason I was not having periods and that everything looked ok except for some scarring. Stephen had came to see me and asked me to marry him and I ,being the idiot teenager I was at the time, said yes. My grandmother wouldn't let me come back there so I moved into his new place with him. We had roommates and they made me clean the whole house. Stephen had started doing drugs again and I was the only one with a job, I paid rent and couldn't afford food because he or the men we lived with would steal my money and use it for drugs I hated the place and everyone that was in it. I wanted to leave, but I had no where else to go. Stephen got put in jail for 4 months and I was on my own, I had to keep everyone away from me, because before he had gotten locked up he had offered me to the guys for drugs and money. They would do what they wanted with me and later he would call me a whore and tell me how he was going to get his use out of me. I was afraid, I was scared to try and leave while he was gone and I was afraid to be there, and I was afraid to be home when he got out. I was 18 and I was a real live whore... because of the only man that supposedly loved me. I can't talk about this anymore.
A week went by and Stephen started coming home late, he was saying it was because he needed to make more money for me and the baby and at first I was so happy that he was being the man I fell for. This turned out to be a lie, he was cheating on me. The girl was one of our neighbors and she had 5 kids of her own, she was 26. I was laying in bed one day feeling nauseas and my phone rang, I answered it and all I could hear was sounds of moaning and him telling her that he didn't love me and that he was going to take me to a homeless shelter. Then the moaning stopped and she asked him about our baby. He told her if I carried long enough we would put him/her up for adoption so that he wouldn't have to take care of IT. I heard him say he was going to the bathroom and then I heard the shower, as soon as I heard the shower I heard her "Guess what you little slut, your man is mine and you won't have a baby this time too." I was stunned, angered and really exhausted.
He came home from work, walked over to the closet and put on his usual sweat pants and asked me what I had cleaned all day. I told him that I had been sick and couldn't do much. He got mad and slapped me in the face and told me to stop making pregnancy a reason for laziness. I told him that I wasn't lazy and that I knew about the girl down the street. He turned around and slapped me again and told me that I didn't know anything about her and that I was a stupid slut that needed her mouth ripped off her face. His sister lived in the house with us and came in yelling and asking what I did to her brother and why he was upset... I was the one crying and being slapped in the face. He stopped hitting me and told me to shut my mouth and went outside. She asked me what was wrong and acted like she was going to console me, walking over to sit at the edge of our bed. I told her I was pregnant again and that he was cheating on me with the girl down the street. She turned to me and smiled and said she knew and told me that I was a skank and pushed me off the bed and kicked me in the stomach. He of course thought I was hitting her so he came in and started hitting me too. I got up bleeding all over and went to the bathroom and saw that I had something in my underwear like the first time, but smaller. I bled for a week and a half. He refused to take me to the doctor and I cried over my baby at night.
My birthday came and my parents wanted to start trying to be a part of my life again, they still refused to listen about the miscarriages but they offered me to move back to their house. Stephen had been sober and clean for about a month and had said it was a good idea and he was telling me he loved me and that he begged me not to break up with him. After all this... I didn't break up with this man. I moved to my parents' house where I found myself miserable because they were still threatening me with kicking me out at every move. I was told that I shouldn't cry about anything and that I HURT THEM by loving Stephen and wanting to be with him. They eventually caused me to move to my grandmothers house and while I was there I tried to kill myself over the loss of my children and the way my family treated me. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks and had to be put on the psych floor on suicide watch. I was 18 years old and my parents were still being able to tell them stuff... it shouldn't have been that way. Mom told them that I had never had any miscarriages or been pregnant and that I was crazy and should be on medication.
I started having period problems when I got out of the psych ward and they sent me down to a OBGYN, he said he had my info and noticed my miscarriages and relayed it to them they took me off the meds and apologized. I was told they couldn't find out the reason I was not having periods and that everything looked ok except for some scarring. Stephen had came to see me and asked me to marry him and I ,being the idiot teenager I was at the time, said yes. My grandmother wouldn't let me come back there so I moved into his new place with him. We had roommates and they made me clean the whole house. Stephen had started doing drugs again and I was the only one with a job, I paid rent and couldn't afford food because he or the men we lived with would steal my money and use it for drugs I hated the place and everyone that was in it. I wanted to leave, but I had no where else to go. Stephen got put in jail for 4 months and I was on my own, I had to keep everyone away from me, because before he had gotten locked up he had offered me to the guys for drugs and money. They would do what they wanted with me and later he would call me a whore and tell me how he was going to get his use out of me. I was afraid, I was scared to try and leave while he was gone and I was afraid to be there, and I was afraid to be home when he got out. I was 18 and I was a real live whore... because of the only man that supposedly loved me. I can't talk about this anymore.
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