18 Weeks

Alone /Chapter 4 part 2

As days pass I continued to disregard my dads rules and used Facebook and my phone. My father eventually figured it out and was disappointed but to my surprise he did not say or do anything about it. The only thing he did say was I recommend you not to talk to anyone. Of course I did not take his recommendation. I spent the next few days more relaxed and happier. Only one thing, I missed Gregory and hated going though this pregnancy single. While on Facebook I saw my old friend Jason from highschool online. He and I dated in the past but we were immature. Jason and I talked and reconnected. He was in the Navy and was coming down for a visit soon. I told him about my situation. We traded numbers and talked via phone. As more days pass I was falling in love again. Old feelings from highschool resurfaced and Jason and I talked more and more. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to think I was desperate, I was alone and wanted companionship. February 14th came around and I had just got back from class. I checked my phone, and I had a missed call. I checked it and it was Jason. I quickly called back. We talked for hours and he finally asked if I wanted to be his valentine. It was a cute way of asking me out. I said yes without a second thought. Valentines Day was so far the best thing that's happened to me. It was like finding a flower in a bunch of weeds. He lightened up my life. The best part was he was coming back to Houston for a visit in a week or two from his Naval base he was stationed at. I continued going to classes and continued talking to friends. I did not go anywhere except to school. But I had felt happier than I ever had within past 6 to 7 weeks. About one week later things seemed to go wrong, not with my relationship but at home. My father wanted me out of school and to come live back at home. I refused because if I lived at home my parents would discover Jason and yet again terminate another relationship. Also my mother and I fought like cats and dogs. We did not get along whatsoever. My parents set the date for March and march was drawing near. One night I had made another mistake. I posted on Facebook that there was nothing to live for. My sister saw it and took it as a suicidal comment and called the police. That comment was out of hurt and anger that I was forced to quit school. Suicide was not in my plan. I would not hurt myself or the unborn child. But it was too late. My parents and the police were nofified. They all agreed I needed help and came to the conclusion that I wanted to die and that I should get help. That was not the case. No one would take my word or listen so they took the easiest route to get me help, a mental hospital. I was horrified. I was not psycho, and definitely not mental. I did not want to go I declined and told my family that I did not need that type of help. I was deeply upset now I couldn't believe they wouldn't listen. My dad kept pushing and pushing for me to go and finally I decided to go. I did not like the desicion but went along with it anyways. I didn't know what I would experience next or how long I'd stay in the hospital, all I know that it its just another challenge I would have to overcome.