I knew it was right I had taken almost ten test they all said the same thing, positive. The plus signs or pink lines or even the evil little smiley faces they all told me what I hoped so deeply wasn't true. I was pregnant. At 19.
It wasn't supposed to happen this way we were supposed to go to college, get engaged, go to grad school, get married, then have kids it was all going backwards and I wasn't happy about it.
How was I going to tell him? What about college & grad school for me and college & medical school for him? How was he supposed to do everything he wanted with a newborn? I knew what the best option for me was, but what about him?
He was everything to me but I knew I needed to leave he had some much ahead of him. His whole life. I might tell him someday, but today was not that day.