At 21 years old...

At 21 years old...

I thought I was old enough.
I thought I knew everything.
I thought I would be loved.
I thought I was in love.

At 21 years old...

I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.
I gave trust to the father of my child.
I gave my feelings of hope and wishful thinking.
I gave myself heartache.

At 21 years old...

I realized I was never going to be alone anymore.
I realized that my daughter depended on me.
I realized that I had to grow up - FAST.
I realized that I had to stay strong.

The father of my child left me when I was 6 months pregnant. He cheated on me while I was pregnant and told me he didn't want me to have the baby anymore. I was hurt. I was angry. I felt alone during my pregnancy. He did not support me during the pregnancy. So many emotions... so much pain... so much anger...

Why did God want this to happen? I asked...

Because it taught me to be strong.
Because it taught me to be independent.
Because it taught me to know the meaning of love.
Because it taught me to ask God for help.

I've learned that the father of my child was one my teachers to teach me life lessons.

He taught me to be patient.
He taught me what love is not.
He taught me that betrayals existed.
He taught me to forgive.

For my teacher:
The one who hurt me.
The one who played me.
The one who disrespected me.
Thank you for teaching me ways to improve my life. I wouldn't be where I am today without you...