I started physical therapy today. My mom is my physical therapist. So we just stay at the house and do it. She care for me full time now but still gets payed while at home. I started noticing my stomach getting bigger. I realized my period didn't come on. Suddenly I knew I was pregnant. I laid in the bed crying and screaming. I was holding my stomach when my mom walked in and asked me what's wrong. I then didn't know how to tell her what all what's going on. She then realized I was holding my stomach and asked was I pregnant. I told her yes. She cried and walked out the door. I didn't know what to do now. My child is going to grow up and his father is not in his life. A week has went by and my mom doesn't talk to me like that anymore. She told me congrats one time and that was her last words. That's when I knew I was in the world alone. I'm a loner now. My mom still is my physical therapist but she just worry about how I'm doing and is I'm okay. She just don't talk to me like she use to. One day I was on my laptop I seen a lot of me and Jonah pictures and I cried and started praying for God on my side. I knew I didn't have any friends anymore. My parents don't talk to me like they use to. They take me and my baby to my doctor check ups that's all. My little brother come in my room from time to time to ask to play with him. But it makes me sad that I have to respond back that I can't walk right now.
