This story is based on a real incident. Listening to her (girl in the story), I made a point to jot it down from the first-person point of view and make others realize. Hope her story reaches you and helps you. Do share.
Hello. I am Wangmo. I am 19 years old. This story is from 3 years ago when I was just 16.
My days used to be happy back then. I was a bubbly soul. I was glad and contented with my family and friends. My world revolved around them. I did everything I could to keep them close. I have created many bitter-sweet memories. I cherish them even to this day.
Until I met you, it felt like my days became better with you. I found more reasons to smile and love life. It felt like my life would be always rainbow and sunshine with you in it. I got this vibe since the day we started dating.
Whatever I did, you always filled our conversations with all those sweet, cheesy words. You said, “Darling, I love you. You are so beautiful. I will always be with you,” “Baby, I will never leave you. We will be together forever.” You promised me many things. Your promises went right through my heart and made me happy. I was so sure you won’t let go of me no matter what. I always used to think you cared and loved me the way I did to you. I thought to myself that I had found the right guy. I had trust in my choice.
But I was so wrong. You didn’t love me. You didn’t care at all. You were simply wearing the mask of a caring guy and pretended to be in love with me. You left me right after that night. The night I won’t forget at all. You called me at your place. It was something unusual for me. However, I agreed to come. Reaching your place, you kept me engrossed in some random conversations. I felt happy because we were talking and laughing. It was soon getting late. I had to go but you didn’t listen. You held me close to your chest. Slowly, you started touching my tummy. You had a look that you would do anything possible just to have me for that night. Soon you removed my shirts and unzipped my jeans. Your breath hit my flesh. The warm air ran across my face. I could feel your breath. So hot and intimate. Your hands ran all over me. I thought we were making love. But we weren’t. You simply used me like I was a toy. I knew this until you started acting strangely after that night.
Deep down, I thought you would love me always because you said that you loved me. And I trusted you. I was at least glad you replied to my text messages. You called sometimes. I was happy with that. I mean it.
After a month, I missed my period. My usual menstrual cycle was disturbed. I was so dumbfounded. Chills went down my spine. I went to the hospital and got myself checked. Shockingly, the doctor said I was pregnant. The whole world started to topple down on my head. I couldn’t believe it. I felt drained with all kinds of awful images of possible consequences entering my head. It was hard for me. Hard for a 16-year-old girl.
I couldn’t disclose this fact to anyone. Every cell inside my body shivered. I was really scared. Your face flashed right inside my mind amidst all those complicated feelings. I called you. It was hard for me but I had to tell you that I was pregnant with your baby. “WHAT? PREGNANT? Don’t lie. You can’t be. That’s not my baby. You liar! You slut! Leave me alone, leave my life, you are ruining everything,” shouted you. Without a second thought, you shut down every contact with me and left me broken. I was shattered. The person I trusted the most broke me into pieces.
I cried for days and nights. Hiding in a corner, I cried a lot. I couldn’t speak a word to anyone. Not even to my mom. The closest of all. Because I was scared hell a lot of my dad. The pain intensified deep inside my heart.
Days rolled into months. I couldn’t say I was pregnant. Each passing day was a living hell for me. But I had to live. I had to live because I couldn’t kill my baby. The new soul living inside me. I just couldn’t do it.
My stomach started protruding. My face started to wear ugly patches of freckles. I covered my tummy every time I went out. I felt so weak. Nobody noticed me much. I was merely just a girl with an average look. I made excuses about the freckles. I just couldn’t speak up.
Suddenly one night, my body started aching. It was really painful. I was having labor pain. Everyone was sound asleep. I couldn’t shout even though the pain was so deep. I had to do it alone. I tried and tried. I even cried with so much pain heaping inside my body. With all the labor pain, I finally gave birth to my baby. The baby was out into the world. It was around 3 in the morning, September 18. I was really happy as well as sad seeing him. I slowly got up, wiped his body with my shirts, and covered him with a small blanket. I cleaned the mess. I was in pain. But I had to do it. I did it all alone.
The next morning, everyone was so shocked. I was cuddling the baby. Everyone stared at me in bewilderment. My parents started asking questions. They scolded me. They scolded me for letting them down with shame. I cried. I cried because I embarrassed them with awful criticisms from society.
Soon the rumors about my pregnancy and the baby thing were in the air. Everyone heard them. Everyone did. Wherever I went, they stared at me. They gossiped right behind me. I heard them all. And it pained me. I cried again.
Life became so hard. I was webbed with all criticisms. People mocked at me. They gave their dreadful looks. Each day became so hard for me and my baby. You see, I was the loser at the end. Life became so hard for me.
However, I will live to see my son growing. I will live for him. After all, his life is my life. I was the loser but I will always try to be the winner for my son. For my only son.
Today, my son turned 3. And I am happy that I didn’t give up. He gives me reasons to live. I love him so much.
Pelden~ Such situations prevail. So, please before you completely fall for a person, be aware, and know them well. If not, you will be the loser at the end just like the girl above. So, watch out everyone.
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