by Norma Blair

Created on: August 14, 2008

I am 18 years old and I am expecting a boy on November 28, 2008. Me having to tell my parents that I was pregnant was one of the hardest things that I had to ever tell them. I found out that there really is no best way telling your parents that your pregnant, but there are different ways to go about telling them. This is how I told my parents that I was expecting a little one.

My mom and I really don't get along, so it was easy to tell her that I'm pregnant. I just simply called her and told her that I'm pregnant and that I'm living with my boyfriend who I am pregnant by. Basically I enjoy ticking my mom off only because she did it to me my whole child hood life. I know that's no excuse, but it's good to me.

My dad on the other hand was a diffent story. My dad and I are very close and he wants me to do good in life, so me telling him that I am pregnant wasn't easy at all. I'm also daddy's little girl so that didn't help to much either. I was terrified to tell him, because I did not know how he was going to react or what he was going to do. I thought of many ways to try and tell him.

I thought of sitting him down and talk to him about it. I thought of textint him that I am pregnant so I wasn't there to see his reactions. Then it hit me I'm really good at writing what I really want to say. That's what I decided to do, I went out and bought a card. On the card it stated that in life things come and go, and things never stay the same, but in the end loving what ever happens is the key of life. Then on the inside I wrote him telling that I'm pregnant and that I was sorry that things didn't turn out the way you wanted it. I told him everything in this letter, who I was pregnant by and that I was living with him. After I wrote the long letter explaining everything that was going on. I drove to his house and put it in his car so that way when he got in the car he could read it. Then while he went for his drive he could think about the whole thing.

Then like half hour later he calls me, I didn't answer just incase he was mad. He left me a voice mail telling me that he wasn't mad at me at all. He also said that he wanted me to come over after school and talk. So the next day I went over to the house and we had a long talk. He didn't understand why I didn't just tell him. I told him that I was scared to because I didn't know how you were going to react towards everything. He told me that I can tell him anything good or bad and he won't get mad at me. While I was there we both cried and I told him that it's hard for me to talk about things to you because I don't like to disappoint you. Then he told me, me not telling him things that he needs to know so he can help me disappoints him.

So now my parents both know and there both ok with it. Now it's alot easier telling my dad things. We've talked about a lot of things after that night and thats was back in April when I spilled my guts out in that letter. If your good at writing what you need to say then do it that way look how my situation turned out.

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