I'm not sure where some people actually live or grew up. Or where they learned that it was okay to come up to another person and actually criticise the decisions they have made. I don't when it was considered 'polite' to come up to a 19-year-old girl and tell her that 'having a thing [insinuating a baby] that young is the worst thing to ever do to it [again, the baby]'. Forgive that same 19-year-old girl for asking her friend [whom she was walking with] to hold the pram, while the 19-year-old now ****ed off mother of one, punched this punk person in the face.
After hearing positives from strangers, you never expect to hear negativity from a friend. Becoming a mother at 19, I actually lost 5 of my friends. Friends I'd had in high school and swore that we'd be there for each other. Thick and thin? Yeah right, the second I had a baby belly, they were long gone. They hated to be thought of as friends of the young dumb soon to be mum.
I chose to forget about them because I wasn't going to hang around people like that anyway. Sadly, the only people that seem to offer any sort of understanding were 40 years old. Parents to teenagers, just like me. It was sad, it was hurting.
I did the right thing, I learnt as much as I could from those around me, ignored the almost hateful things my so called friends said to me, and strangers telling me I have ruined my life and there is nothing good in the life of this baby.
I was nineteen when Faith was born, and I was as proud as any other mum in that hospital. I was as willing to accept responsibility, take care, be thrown up on as anybody else.... yet I was still seen as an irresponisbile immature little kid who got knocked up. It was unfair that I had to prove myself to complete strangers.
The other women in my ward were proud of me too, because instead of getting overwhelmed when my baby started squarking, I handled it myself, doing what I thought was best.
You know the worst thing is when people ask your age and then say, 'oh, was she a accident?' in a whispered voice. Forgive me, but I want to hurt them. It doesn't matter.
Why don't fourty-five-year-old new mums have to prove themselves?
It can be so unfair. But you know what, to hell with them, because I do whats best for my little girl and I dont have to prove anything.
Thank you for reading my anger... I feel good now. I know other people feel the same, but I am willing to write it for all of them.
