I was seventeen years old and in an abusive relationship with a man who was twenty-five, enough said there! I got pregnant and thought to myself, I don’t want to be tied to him for the next eighteen years and I also don’t have any business trying to raise a child. I was still in high school! I had to call my dad to have him sign for permission, I was afraid my mom would be too pissed off to deal with it. Ironically, I called my dad on father’s day to ask for his help. It all worked out but I would have been in such an awful place if my dad hadn’t been willing to sign. It’s not something I’m proud of but it was necessary at the time. If I had been denied that opportunity, I don’t know what my life or the child’s would have become.