Pregnancy, dead-beat daddies, and post pardum depression
Here's my story: 6 years ago I became pregnant with my very firest child. I'll admit I was shocked and scared when I found out. But that quickly when away. But when I told the father of the child I was carrying, I was just plain shocked at his response. He wasn't happy. Honestly all he said was, and I'm quoting here, 'well, shit'. That's not exactly what is supposed to be said. But after that there was things to be done. Ob/gyn appointments to be made. And I did it. I made every appointment. I went through the emotions. I cried alot. I did the emotional crying phone calls and left the voice-mails. But never ever got any answers. He was never there. He didn't go to one appointment. Actually my step dad is who took me to my very first appointment. After that it was my mother who took me. It was like that through the the entire pregnancy. He was never there for me. (No we weren't dating or anything). Finally I realized that he wasn't going to be...