The Monday following my appointment, I got fired. The first, and hopefully the LAST time I get fired. As if I couldn't be any more stressed, I am now a 19 year old mother-to-be that is jobless. Perfect.
In most of life's situations that get me so overwhelmed and I can't talk to my parents, there is one person I can always count on.. my Grandma. I call her immediately after leaving the office.She, of course, was an angel. She told me to tell my parents, and if things got bad she would take me in and help me get back on my feet.
After many phone conversations with a few of my close friends and family, I went home and gathered nearly everything I had purchased within the last three months and took it to be returned so I could scrap enough money to live.
At the time, my roommate Hillary was my bestest of all best friends. And when I told her I was pregnant,she told me she would be there for me no matter what "best aunt ever" she said she would be. And it felt good to know that I had at least her and Colton on my side for what was going to be a VERY long ride.
But when I lost my job, and had to leave the apartment to get by, it was to much for her. She stopped speaking to me. For a long time I really resented her for dropping me in the hardest time of my life... but it was because she left that I finally had the courage to tell my mother.
After 9 days of EXTREME bugging and taunting, I finally told my father everything that was going on. And that weekend, my family helped me move all my stuff out of the apartment with the girls, and I slept with my sister.
