My Way, my Life

Published: Saturday, 11 March 2017 Written by Nicole Barry Burnette

As my parents sat there discussing me, I could not believe what they were saying. This was my life, not theirs. I can do whatever I want whenever I want with whom ever I please, I said to myself as I snuck off with my boyfriend on his motorbike. We went to his place, a shabby apartment with thugs every turn you took, but I liked it that way, it is better than my place.

As I went into his bedroom I complained about my parents and what they had said about me. He listened to me and said, "Babe, parents are a drag. They want you to do what they could not because of their own petty mistakes. But I say they lived their lives their own way so I live mine my own way." That's what I loved about him, he understood me and he listened to me when I needed him the most. "I love you," I said to him looking into his dark blue midnight eyes as I joined him on his bed. That night my boyfriend took away all my pain and only love filled me. I wanted this, I needed this. His hot body scorched mine as we shared our night of passion, a night I would never forget.

It has been five months now and I realized that my flat stomach I simply adored started to swell up with life. I did not know what was wrong with me, I got morning sickness and I felt uneasy in my stomach. I brushed it off as nothing. I went on with my daily life, school, my boyfriend and my family. My parents often asked me if I was okay or should we take you to the doctors, but I told them to forget about it, although, I had a sneaking suspicion that they may know why I was so sick, but their lips were sealed tight.

Four more months passed and I continued to inflate like a bloated balloon. One day I started to feel rather dizzy, I was walking to my boyfriends room then suddenly I collapsed. I woke up at the hospital surrounded by my family and boyfriend. I felt like I was stuck in a daze, what the hell was going on I thought but could not say. My mother then said, "Darling, you are pregnant and you are going into labour," she said soothingly holding my hands.
"Hold up...I'm what?!...and I'm going into...Heh?" I asked looking rather anxious. Next thing I knew I went into labour and the first beautiful sound I heard after was my baby's cry.

I looked down as I watched a smaller version of me, so frail and fragile. From that moment my "My way, my life" philosophy had its meaning completely changed. I realized how clueless I was and how naive I was. I looked back at the day my parents was discussing me and at the baby in my hand. Wow, I never knew this would happen. My life changed because of my baby and believe me, it was for the better.

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