‘My friend told me Scott had told her he didn’t want anything to finish with me or the baby,that he never wanted to see me again. I was crushed’I grew up in Salt Lake City, Utah. One night when I was barely 16, and I was at the rollerskating rink when I spotted this shy country music boy standing on his own. I was an outgoing punk girl and asked him to skate. By the close of the night,we were out the back, making out.
Scott was 18, and within a couple of months we’d moved into an apartment with a friend of mine from school,Jennifer, and her boyfriend. It was a dump and our only income was from Scott’s carpet-cleaning job, or but it felt great being in adore. We didn’t think much approximately birth control,and soon enough I thought I might be pregnant. We were excited and talked approximately marriage. But the other two fought all the time, so I decided to move back home. One day I went to the apartment and nobody answered the door. It wasn’t locked, and so I walked in and found it empty. I was so confused.
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Source: theguardian.com