Divine Intervention

A Dark Path

I heard her cry for the first time. My heart skipped beats, and breathing became difficult. At that moment, I forgot every negative thing that happened to me over the last 8 months.
     I was fully consumed in the first moment of her life. I was blessed, and I was completely in love.
     Telling your parents that you're pregnant at twenty years old, is definitely not easy.  It's Even harder when it was not a consensual impregnation, so you could imagine the pain and discomfort of "letting the cat out of the bag". 
     My parents at the time were extremely old fashioned, and 2008 was a  year full of modern changes, including the announcement of my unborn child.
     My parents were very strict, and conservative. I was growing up in a liberal world. Which, is why I never told them I was Taken advantage of.  It would crush their hearts. 
     Just nearly one year before, I had been involved in a very passionate, romantic relationship, with a young man I never saw myself being without.
     He was kind and caring, and above all, a gentleman. These qualities were quickly fading in modern society, and I was holding tight to him at a ripe young age However, he definitely was not interested in settling down. He wanted to see the world, and experience life to the fullest.   I?  well, I was young and stupid. I wanted love, and I wanted him.
     I had never had a boyfriend that my parents actually liked before. I was holding on to that, and I convinced myself that he loved me.
           Our passion faded after finding out I wanted more out of our relationship. It was then that I learned what a "casual" relationship was. Apparently,  I was the only one being truly faithful. My heart was shattered.    
     I was dreaming of marriage, and babies, and he was dreaming of traveling and women.
     Within a couple of weeks I started acting out, and sneaking around. Drinking, and clubbing. I met another man older than me. He never took me on a real date. He wanted me to come to his apartment to "hang out" and drink a few beers with mutual friends. We began getting to know each other and became friends fairly quickly. I found myself texting him more and more throughout the day, and even the night. Then exactly one month from breaking up with "Mr. Wonderful" it happened.
     Being naive and trusting, can really come back to haunt you sometimes.
     I trusted him. I made myself believe he only drank on the weekends, and I allowed him to take advantage of my body. I told myself it was ok, because he was inebreated. That's what I always told myself...