I grew up in the city of New Jersey, without a father, I always thought my father was Andrew, my mothers first husband. I was 2 yrs old when they were married. I really don't remember him now, just what I hear about him from my family. When he and my mother divorced she married Kevin, an arrogant, self-centered, egotistical jerk, who I knew was trouble from the minute I laid eyes on him. You see I never liked him, and believe me I had good reason not to. I always pictured my father to be the most wonderful, caring man, but the truth is I never knew him. Never saw his face or heard his voice. Never once heard him call my name. My mother was married twice, and her second husband, Kevin was the worst mistake she could ever have made. He was a merchant marine and was gone most of the time, and I was glad of that. My mother was a beautiful women, brown hair, brown eyes, a body of an hour glass. She was my life, I loved her more than anything, I hated when Kevin came home, I just wanted to runaway, but I couldn't, my mother meant so much to me. Finally she couldn't take the abuse anymore, one day she came home from work and told me, "Kristin, we're leaving." I was so happy. She was finally getting rid of the arrogant, jerk. But, what didn't expect was that we were moving in with Brian, her new boyfriend, the minute I saw him I thought, "why didn't she marry him instead?" He was wonderful, the perfect man, tall, muscular, the most gorgeous brown puppy dog eyes. I knew then that he would be my father, I was never so happy in my life, my mother would be happy and so would I for the first time in our lives. A year went by and my mother was divorced from Kevin, of course she claimed the house and we all moved in, My mother, Brian, and I. My mother tried to give me all that she could, but what she couldn't give me Brian did, he spoiled me just like a father should. Then one day, my whole life changed. My world was shattered, and I thought my life was over. Brian and my mother were so happy together, everyday he would bring her flowers and cards home, and never once did they have a disagreement about anything. The only thing Brian didn't like was the way my mother took care of herself, see, she was a diabetic, and she hardly ever ate. Then one day, I was home from school, for some reason I couldn't go, I just wanted to stay home with my mom. Well, I was lying on the couch and my mom was in the chair, she took a deep breath, and I thought she was playing around with me. "Mom?" I said. She didn't answer me. I was so scared, I knew something was wrong. I didn't know what to do, I was screaming. "HELP!!!, SOMEONE HELP ME!!!" I called my grandmother and told her my mom was passed out and she wasn't moving. She told me to call 911 and she hung up the phone. I did as she told me, and waited for them to get here. It seemed like forever when it was probably only a few minutes. My grandmother and my aunt arrived before the ambulance did. She gave her CPR and couldn't get her to breath. All I could do was scream, and cry. I knew she was dead and there was nothing I could do to save her, "My life, my mother, what would I do without her?" I thought to myself. I don't really remember much after that, until we were at the hospital. They did everything they could, she was on a monitor to help her breath, she was in a coma, A Diabetic Coma, they called it. She was never coming back to me. I thought my life was over. She went on to stay in the hospital for a month after that, and one night in her "sleep" she had a heart attack, and there was no use, they had to pull all the machines off of her. I was 15 yrs old and had no mother and no father, except for Brian, who loved me like I was his own daughter. He became my legal guardian and I lived with him till I turned 18, then moved out on my own. I realized I couldn't make it out there alone, so eventually I moved back home, to my mothers house which was now mine. I never saw that arrogant, egotistical, jerk, Kevin, my mother was married to again. And I was glad. Brian, eventually re-married and moved to Florida, with his new wife and son. I however stayed in my mothers house, alone, again. Then one day I met the most wonderful man, Tyler. We fell in love and before I knew it I was pregnant. I had to figure out how to tell him. Walking in to the living room feeling so nervous. Palms so sweaty. Tyler on the couch laying down almost asleep. I walked up to him and thought to just leave him alone, and tell him later, but just as I was turning away he reached out and grabbed my wrist and pulled me down to his lips. Are lips fell on each other's and I couldn't help but to smile and giggle. Even though I was giggling I was worried about the baby. Speaking up and saying to him, "be careful." "Why?" "Because, I don't want anything happening to our baby." There was a pause. He had a shocked look on his face, but I could see the happiness in his eyes. "We're HAVING a baby!!" A smile on his face so big. "Yes, I didn't know any other way to tell you, so I just blurted it out. Are you happy?" I asked. "Am I happy? Oh my god yes I'm happy, I love you so much." He says as he kisses me softly on the lips.

All names on this page are fiction, but the story is true.

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