No, not the TV show! My best friend is pregnant. For real! But it’s not the fact that she’s sixteen that bothers me, it’s that she doesn’t know who the real father is. She says it could be any one of four different guys.
It’s not uncommon for girls of this age to have many different partners. I know it’s different than when our parents were teens, and I hear it all the time.
Chelsea sleeps around. She’s smart but part of the problem is that her parents didn’t show her the affection she needed. She’s the first one to say it. She looks for affection by having sex. I know that’s not going to get her anywhere. As a matter of fact, look at her…pregnant and now she has to deal with the consequences.
Will she finish school? I doubt it. Once that baby comes, who’s going to help her. She has no job, a poor family life and she could have done well in school but now she’s blown that gig.
What can I say…some people are just stupid. She might be my friend, but I can’t wrap my head around the fact that she didn’t take precautions especially when she was so sexually active.
It would be nice to turn back the clock and slap some sense into her, but it’s too late for that and also impossible.
Some girls just don’t think about what the future holds for them by getting into a predicament like this when the options are there for them to protect themselves.
Having a child is a huge responsibility…kids raising kids? They see babies as cuddly, warm little things that will love them unconditionally. They neglect to see the hardship that a baby will bring to their lives. Changing diapers, middle of the night feedings, doctors appointments, not finishing school, finding a job and daycare for their baby.
Life is hard enough…why put yourself through more turmoil at sixteen? I still don’t get it. But, then, I consider myself smarter than that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not perfect. I make tons of mistakes, but I’m glad this isn’t one of them.