pregnancy journal
Ok this is turning into my pregnancy journal. I don't feel like buying a notebook right now so this sounds ok.
June 15th: I took a pregnancy test. Positive. I knew I was pregnant from day one though. (Back in May)
After I found out for sure at the doctors the fun stuff started happening. The all day sickness, the not being able to eat, my chest hurt so bad. I have to say the morning sickness was the worst though. The fact that it was all day and night that killed me.
June 31st: Josh found out that I had lost my first baby, and had gotten pregnant again. I did not try to get pregnant again but I was happy. I, unlike most girls my age could never terminate a pregnancy.
July 1st: Went to the High Risk OB/GYN in at Beth Israel. Josh was very unhappy the whole time. When we got home that night he told me I had to be out of his apartment that Friday. As many times as I told him that I had nowhere to go, he didn't care. He kept saying it was "none of my concern." You can tell how that effected me. I wasn't trying to gain sympathy when I told him that.
July 3rd: My dad picked me up and brought me to my moms. My mom was surprised. I told her I was being kicked out. She didn't realize I had to go to her place. I slept on the couch.
July 4th: John yelled and screamed at my mom all day. I couldn't take it by night time so I went upstairs. He says "YOU ONLY COME HERE WHEN YOU WANT MONEY FROM YOUR MOTHER" I was like... um no I never ask her for money asshole. So he jumped out of the bed and came at me. I said "oh hell no you fuck, I'm pregnant, I'm going to call the cops" I walked away, and laughed while I was walking down the stairs. He was arrested and had an emergency restraining order placed on him. My mom and dad sat me down the next day and talked it out with me saying it was a bad thing that I did that. What the hell? He was yelling and screaming at her, threatening her, he's hit her, and he was coming at me. They expected me not to of called the cops???
July 6th: My mom told me she couldn't have me staying with her anymore. She didn't want her husband living on the streets. The court ruled that we couldn't be staying in the same house at the same time. Funny how my mom chose her abusive husband over me. I called George up and asked him if I could stay for a few days. He said I could. I got the fuck out of my moms less than 10 minutes after that phone call.
July 9th: All the days I was at George's (uncle George) I was happy, yet really stressed. He lives so close to Josh. A bus ride away. Him and John were also really pushing me to talk to Planned Parenthood. I knew what I want to do. I was very upset so I just really did not feel like talking about what I want. While I was there my mother called me and told me something I did not wanted to hear. That was when I told her never to talk to me again, to stay away from me until everything was fixed. Dad picked me up that night. That is when things got worse.
July 13th: The bitchy landlady at my dads apartment is trying to charge my dad and $250 extra for me to stay here.. on the couch. I don't do shit besides sleep on the couch and use the bathroom. Why does he have to pay extra for me to stay there if its only a temporary thing? fucking bitch.
July 14th: My dad found out we are being kicked out because he refuses to pay the extra $250. The extra money he doesn't have. I had my appointment at the ob/gyn. It was awful. I wish he was there. But he wasn't.
I feel like hell. None of my friends can help me. The only thing they say to me is "oh he is such an asshole" yea no fucking shit, thats not what I want to hear. God dammit. I need to get out of this life.
June 15th: I took a pregnancy test. Positive. I knew I was pregnant from day one though. (Back in May)
After I found out for sure at the doctors the fun stuff started happening. The all day sickness, the not being able to eat, my chest hurt so bad. I have to say the morning sickness was the worst though. The fact that it was all day and night that killed me.
June 31st: Josh found out that I had lost my first baby, and had gotten pregnant again. I did not try to get pregnant again but I was happy. I, unlike most girls my age could never terminate a pregnancy.
July 1st: Went to the High Risk OB/GYN in at Beth Israel. Josh was very unhappy the whole time. When we got home that night he told me I had to be out of his apartment that Friday. As many times as I told him that I had nowhere to go, he didn't care. He kept saying it was "none of my concern." You can tell how that effected me. I wasn't trying to gain sympathy when I told him that.
July 3rd: My dad picked me up and brought me to my moms. My mom was surprised. I told her I was being kicked out. She didn't realize I had to go to her place. I slept on the couch.
July 4th: John yelled and screamed at my mom all day. I couldn't take it by night time so I went upstairs. He says "YOU ONLY COME HERE WHEN YOU WANT MONEY FROM YOUR MOTHER" I was like... um no I never ask her for money asshole. So he jumped out of the bed and came at me. I said "oh hell no you fuck, I'm pregnant, I'm going to call the cops" I walked away, and laughed while I was walking down the stairs. He was arrested and had an emergency restraining order placed on him. My mom and dad sat me down the next day and talked it out with me saying it was a bad thing that I did that. What the hell? He was yelling and screaming at her, threatening her, he's hit her, and he was coming at me. They expected me not to of called the cops???
July 6th: My mom told me she couldn't have me staying with her anymore. She didn't want her husband living on the streets. The court ruled that we couldn't be staying in the same house at the same time. Funny how my mom chose her abusive husband over me. I called George up and asked him if I could stay for a few days. He said I could. I got the fuck out of my moms less than 10 minutes after that phone call.
July 9th: All the days I was at George's (uncle George) I was happy, yet really stressed. He lives so close to Josh. A bus ride away. Him and John were also really pushing me to talk to Planned Parenthood. I knew what I want to do. I was very upset so I just really did not feel like talking about what I want. While I was there my mother called me and told me something I did not wanted to hear. That was when I told her never to talk to me again, to stay away from me until everything was fixed. Dad picked me up that night. That is when things got worse.
July 13th: The bitchy landlady at my dads apartment is trying to charge my dad and $250 extra for me to stay here.. on the couch. I don't do shit besides sleep on the couch and use the bathroom. Why does he have to pay extra for me to stay there if its only a temporary thing? fucking bitch.
July 14th: My dad found out we are being kicked out because he refuses to pay the extra $250. The extra money he doesn't have. I had my appointment at the ob/gyn. It was awful. I wish he was there. But he wasn't.
I feel like hell. None of my friends can help me. The only thing they say to me is "oh he is such an asshole" yea no fucking shit, thats not what I want to hear. God dammit. I need to get out of this life.