Personal Narrative Essay: Taking Care Of A Child

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I looked at the test, it couldn’t be correct. There was no way. A tear ran down my cheek, but I sucked it up and went back to Wal-Mart. There was no way that was correct. I grabbed the most expensive test on the shelf, and went back to my friends’ beauty shop. I had to have some back-up in this situation. I went straight to the bathroom. It said the same thing, positive. I was going to be a mom.
Exactly four weeks prior was October 5th, my 21st Birthday. My boyfriend and I decided to celebrate in the normal fashion, alcohol and backroads. I guess this is what I deserved for that ‘fun’ filled night. My life was ruined. How could I take care of a child, when it was hard enough to take care of myself? I felt as though my life was ruined. I was a 21 year-old college dropout who partied all the time, worked at Dollar General for minimum wage, and lived with my parents. I couldn’t hardly take care of myself, let alone a baby. I went to work, the night went slow, and I was slightly distracted. How am I going to tell Jason? I already know how he would react. We had only been together for 7 months. So, trying to make light of the situation, I stuck the pregnancy tests in a twelve pack of beer like bunny ears, and met him at the …show more content…

We barely talked. I was working as much as I could to earn enough to save. Jason wasn’t working and had no intentions to. He moved in with his dad, and set at home every day. I was livid. What kind of Loser had I ended up with? He insisted on going to every appointment with me, though I didn’t want him to. I honestly didn’t want him anywhere around me. At 20 weeks, we found out we were having a little girl. I was halfway there, only 20 weeks to go and I would be a mom. I started trying to work through my resentment against Jason, but I gave up. He was a jerk, and I wasn’t going to put up with him. I had done nothing, but was still the blame of ruining his life. I guess it just took me, to get me pregnant.

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