omfg, she's late

17 years old(about a month till 18), just got off probation, life was going smooth and easy; just peachy for the most part. Then bam, I hear those horrifying words, "I'm late."


will confirm it this weekend, but man, a million thoughts are going through my head; where do I go from here?

 

damn women, never on time for anything...

 

hahahahahahaha, ahhhh, oh my, that relieved some stress. :]

 

babies r us

 

theres always a slight nudge down some stairs

 

Be a deadbeat dad.

Trust me, it's sweet. :biggrin:

 

lol, deadbeat dads are on my list of "things I fucking hate."

I have a full time job, minimum wage, but I suppose I'm just going to have to start saving up.

 

start saving those paychecks

full time minimum wage will almost pay the bills....better get a second or third job if you want any extra money

 

I wish my dad had the decency to be a deadbeat.

Try to talk her into an abortion,try to put yourself through school right now.

 

Real words, real life.

Do what you have to do. No one can tell you, just don't lie to yourself and do what your soul tells you.

 

Of course i'll finish school. I'm against abortion, well, no I'm not; everyone has their own choice. I deal with my actions.


suppose this is real life for ya, I shouldn't have been so fucking stupid lol!

 

late does not mean pregnant. have we gotten a pregnancy test before jumping to all these conclusions?

 

I'm against being against abortions...




:leaving:

 

This is one reason I'm glad I'm celibate.

 

like I said, hopefully know for sure this weekend what the situation is. I understand not to jump to conclusions, but any man in his right man would worry! ekk.

 

you keep telling yourself that bucko

 

Celibate or fat?

 

having been through those alarms the amount of times I have, I've learned not to jump to conclusions like you are, and say fuck it. you are probably making her preggo by worrying so much.

 

Yeah, you can worry, but since you don't have the official answer yet, it's just worrying and freaking out. You can do your freaking out (or your happy dance) this weekend when you know the reality of the situation.

Until then, smoke a big fatty and chill.

OR, go to her house now with an EPT in your hands and tell her to piss on the stick NOW so you can stop biting your nails. It only takes two effin minutes!

 

Both good points, I'm much more chill about it than she is surprisingly. I mean, when I really think about it, it's not the end of the world nor is it a mistake. just kinda has me freaking, definitely buying her a test asap lol... I think I'm going to start using condoms again, I haven't the past 10 times, nor did I pull out but it alll sure was a good fuckin time ;P