Personal Narrative Essay: Becoming A Single Mother

Becoming a Single Mother

Becoming a single mother was one of the hardest things to do in my life. I was only nineteen years old and new to the world. I had just gotten out of a five year relationship when I met this guy on social media, a few weeks later we finally met in person. Fast-forward about four months later, I was still working as a manager at one of our local fast food restaurants and just wasn’t feeling the greatest. One of the employees suggested that I could be pregnant, I didn’t think that it was possible since I did my part and was on the Pill, and still currently taking it. I waited a few weeks the flu like symptoms, sick stomach, sensitive skin, random headaches; finally giving in and went and bought a test. When it came back positive I was in disbelief. I made my appointment at our local pregnancy center to get my confirmation letter. The confirmation letter is required to go visit an actual OBGYN. The appointment was two days before my twentieth birthday, I also had to inform the father of the child I was carrying. During my entire appointment my phone would not stop ringing either from phone calls from him or text messages, he was calling to insist for me to “get rid of it”, that I wouldn’t be a fit mother, that I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t know what I’m getting into. I decided to keep the baby and refused to give into his demands to terminate the pregnancy. He always made sure to remind me that my child wasn’t planned, he didn’t want another