This sounds very much like my situation. I was 23 when I met my daughter’s dad, and we got very serious, very quickly. Under our new passion, we decided we wanted to have a baby. I was working as a waitress and partying at night. He moved into my little apartment. I got pregnant the 2nd month of us dating. He turned out to be a sociopathic asshole, and with a newly sober mind I realized my situation. I wanted my baby, but the circumstances were less than ideal. He left, and made my life and my daughter’s life hell for years. I went to college, moved out of state, had a successful career, met and married a great guy, and my daughter is now a well-adjusted, intelligent 15 year-old. I’ll be 40 this year. It’s hard as hell. Parenting is the most emotionally challenging, lonely job in the world. Keep fighting through, you’ve got this.

Chewing bubble gum and writing. Normalizing death and grief. Desert living, coffee-addicted, dog-snuggler.