The next story fits right along with the rest. You know me up until I was 13. This is the summer I turned 13. I already told you my dad moved to Texas this summer, also my Grandma died she is the glue that held our families together. I missed her so much; her and my grandpa would take us up north each summer for a month. It was a great time to get away from all the mess. This is also the summer I meant Kurt (BC's father)
I really wasn’t into boys yet. Kurt was new in town he lived around the corner from us. My sister would be talking on the phone to her boyfriend and I was the only one left to talk to. So we talked a lot. I don’t know how it happened but we became an item. Why a 17 year old would want to date a 13 year old is beyond me. Well not really after you hear the rest of the story. I wasn’t allowed really to go out with him in his car but my mom allowed us to go together to his house. My mom always made sure that his mom was going to be home. What she didn’t know was his mom let us spent time alone in his room together.
I really didn’t know anything about sex at that time but BC's father let me know if I didn’t do that we wouldn’t be together. I couldn’t lose him as well as losing my dad and grandma. So guess what, I got pregnant a year later. I was going into my 9th grade year of school. It was awful!!! He wanted me to run away, so I pack what I thought was important (My underclothes) and meant him at our meeting place.
This is what can happen when young people are left alone. The hormones are just too strong to resist. This is why, we as parents should know where our children are.
I couldn’t leave; something in me just couldn’t do it. We were suppose to go to Tennessee that’s were he was from. His momma said girls were old maids if they didn’t marry before 16. Well I couldn’t leave. So we faced my mom, she made us not see each other (which was the right thing to do) I was going to get an abortion but mom talked to a Pastor she new and he said I needed to keep the baby. I praise God for that wise council. We didn’t go to church or anything but mom at least had the since to seek good advice.
After a while Kurt and I snuck around to see each other. I don’t know why he would of he was going to leave anyway. I guess because it was the right thing to do.
Time went on and when I was 7 month pregnant he stop coming around, stopped calling, stopped picking me up for school.
I talked to his brother and he told me he was seeing someone else. Kurt did get around to telling me. He picked me up from school on day and told me at my door that it was over. He said I had a wonderful smile and if I smiled a lot I would find someone else.
Time went by and I found out from all these girls that he was seeing them the whole time he was seeing me. How stupid I was to think I was the one and only. I was young and didn’t know any better.
To get help from the State I had to tell them who the father was (I could of said I didn’t know but I had to much pride to do that) they prosecuted him and he denied that BC was his. We had to get blood test taken. How awful this was. Ninth grade girls should not have to go through this. I should not have sleep with him it was my fault. Anyway the test proved to be his. The prosecuting attorney didn’t want Kurt or his family to see BC. The guy said Kurt was a punk and it would be bad for BC. Do remember he was only 17.
I saw Kurt off and on through school. I was very thankful to my mom for watching BC so I could finish school. I also worked after school so I could support him and my mom was very good about keeping him.
(Thanks goes to my mom for this)
The week before I got married Kurt came to my work and asked me to please have coffee with him. He wanted to try and work things out. I just couldn’t go back with him. Plus, I was very in love with JW at this time. I am very glad I married my husband.
BC's father didn’t want to pay child support so he came back into the picture when Bret graduated. We were very young, Kurt sees my son now; I am fine with it, God has really worked in my heart with this. I am at the point in my life I can now pray for him. This is what we are called to do.
This is the end of a very long story.