Disclaimer: I share stories of my own experiences on this website but this post is not about me. I decided to share a friend’s (she prefers to remain anonymous) story on this platform to reach my readers. She has been through tough situations but emerged victorious on the other side bearing a blessing in disguise. I might edit some parts of their story while I write this story. Let’s get on with it now, shall we?
My first year on campus was quiet. I had always been on my best behaviour and I was not going to change this just to fit in with the presumed campus crowd. One year elapsed quickly and so did the next. Towards the end of the year, I met this cool guy. He was from a different course/major but we had shared a class once. He confidently approached me and we made acquaintances.
We all love music so I will refer to music. Have you ever listened to that one song that hits all the right notes? That’s exactly what he did. When we first met, he hit all the right notes and it sat well with my conscience. I mean, I could have sensed that he was not who he said he was if he wasn’t who he said he was. See what I did there?
We hung out severally soon after often on my terms because I could not go on a date with someone I didn’t know from the inside out. I got to know him for several months. He was a passionate person so I let him into my life. He was charming and often got me laughing irrespective of the moon phase. In short, he cheered me up by cracking me up. Soon enough he was cracking me up in the wrong places but it was alright. I had fallen in love.
I loved him and he loved me or so I thought. A few months later and I had missed my periods. I thought that I was probably having a hormonal reaction and hoped that my monthly guests would soon come banging through the corridor towards the door to be let in or rather out. But they didn’t. A few weeks later and I confirmed that I was pregnant. A few weeks leading to this moment, I had sensed his distance. It was our first without protection and he probably knew he had messed this up but wasn’t certain.
After learning of the news, I consulted with my friends. They consulted and told me to inform my future baby daddy but we all knew the most likely outcome. He was going to deny everything and suggest the worst course of action. I don’t know how or why our lady friends always see through our boyfriends. They saw through my boyfriend like he was transparent. They disliked him since the first day and offered various excuses for not being happy for us. Some part of me had agreed with them but I was in love and nothing would stop me from graduating with two degrees (if you know what I mean).
Long story short, I was pregnant. Instead of being happy, I was anxious and afraid. Apart from being afraid and anxious, I was content. I would keep this pregnancy despite all odds. With this in mind, I approached my boyfriend one evening and informed him of the news. He was infuriated and blamed me for being so careless stating that I should have been careful. But we were past the careful part or rather risk mitigation and now into the risk management phase. We tried deliberating the best course of action for several weeks but couldn’t get to an agreement.
So here I was, a pregnant girl at twenty years old with no way of supporting myself or the young human being growing inside me. My boyfriend had run off and I was sure he wasn’t the type that came back. Instead, he believed that once bitten he ought to be shy. So he shied away and left.
But I went on with the journey. You see, society is often not fair. Pregnancy was once celebrated and I believe it still is. Pregnant women are treated like royalty but I wasn’t. To me, it felt like walking through hell and dreaded what I would get on the other side.
End of part 1