Craving attention and searching for the validation I longed for from my father, I gave my "innocence" away as a teenager. I didn't wait until marriage.
I was diagnosed with depression before I even had my driver's permit.
I got pregnant at 19. I almost missed being labeled as a pregnant teen but alas, here I was. Pregnant and 19. Even worse, it was my second pregnancy something I carried in shame because I was supposed to be the good girl. Apparently I didn't learn a lesson the first time around. It is something that I am reminded of every time I go see a doctor in the OBGYN department and they ask me, "How many times have you been pregnant?"
Three. One miscarriage. Two births.
I got married at 20. Pregnant. And separated soon after.
At 21 I was a single parent reading baby books, college text books and divorce documents.
Then thereRead More »from I Am Not the 60 Percent: On Not Letting the Second Divorce Statistic Become Your Statistic