PLEASE NOTE THIS STORY IS GOING THROUGH SOME MAJOR EDITING BEFORE I CONTINUE. APOLOGIES FOR THE LONG WAIT. I'M VERY BUSY WITH A NEW BABY OF MY OWN. STAY TUNED ❤
I thought I'd made the worst decision of my life that night. I guess everyone gets drunk and makes pretty stupid choices sometimes. But this stupid mistake was one of the worst mistakes in history... well I thought so at the time.
One second I was this innocent kid, trying to get through her last year of high school whilst dealing with a complicated break up.
And the next? I was lent over a toilet bowl, spewing up bacon and thinking about possible baby names.
But my story is strange... and confusing.
The father? Well, he isn't the guy I broke up with. The guy I broke up with cheated on me with another guy, which was both heartbreaking and hysterically insulting, and out of drunken rage I ran away and hooked up with Ben.
Ben... well he is a difficult boy.
Not only is he the kindest and honest person I'd ever met but he was my best friend... since fifth grade.
So now, as I vomit up my breakfast, I wonder how someone is supposed to tell their best friend that you're carrying their baby. Where do I even start?