That was me. Fresh out of high school and accidentally pregnant. My parents thought it was "love" between me and my boyfriend but far from it! I had to get married and have the baby who is a messed up 48-year-old now.

I begged to give my baby up and go to college as I planned. They would not allow it. I suffered through all my friends going away to college while I stayed home to have a baby my parents wanted. My husband and I divorced and the poor girl was thrown into a mess. I wrote about it here.

That started a cycle of idiocy for me. No kidding! My parents never took any responsibility for how my life turned out but they thought I was a wayward child with no real future and decided I might as well get married and have a baby. I didn't want any of it. Today, my first husband is dead, and my daughter and I are still paying the price of my parent's decision. Sometimes I just hate them even though they are dead. But, then I think they made the decision for me they thought was OK at the time. Once she was born there was no going back. 1973. Abortion was not attainable but adoption was. Sorry for the long diatribe but it just pushed a button. Until you have a child you do not realize how much your life will change and not be your own anymore. That's OK if planned but not so great when you are 18 and had other plans.