CHELSEA'S STORY

Let's start at the beginning shall we? Chelsea's story starts six years before she was born.
It was December of 1992. I had just met Clinton at a school we both attended. He was charming. But he was also mysterious. He didn't talk much. He had become friends with someone I knew. I found out some time later that he had asked my friend about me. He wanted to meet. me. We met and we got along quite well. It wasn't very long after, that we moved in with eachother. After two failed pregnancies, We both decided that we were not going to try again. I went to the Dr. and got on Birth control pills. I stayed on the pill for five years. Clint and I were happy enough with Chelsea's big brother, Loren.
Loren was the result of a previous relationship. But Clinton raised him as if he were his own son.
Clint and I had problems just like any other relationship does. But ours got worse over time. Chelsea's Grandmother and Aunt never accepted me as a part of the family. That bothered me severely since they were a very close knit family. They did lots of activities together. Sue would come to our house and invite Clint places but not me. We fought about this all the time. Clint also had a best friend that didn't make our lives any easier.
When Clint and I had got together, Donny and Clint were not speaking to eachother. With my help, they pateched up their friendship. It was a good feeling for me because I knew how much Clint missed his lifelong friend. Later, as time went by, I found it to have been a mistake. Donny was a very insensitive type of person. He would come to our house everyday. He would get there right as Clint got home. He would stay until after Clint went to bed. He would make a mess in my house and not clean it up. Over time, this started posing a serious problem. And if anything was said to him, he would throw a fit and leave. But it wasn't how we wanted it. We just wanted him to not be there 24/7. He never did understand that. Everytime we would apologize for hurting his feelings, the same thing would happen all over again.
Clint and I tried to deal with our problems. Over time things started getting better. Good enough, in fact, that Clint came to me one day and told me he was ready to try for a child. I was so happy to hear that. I had been wanting a child for some time. But I knew it was not going to happen. I just lived each day as it came. It took me six months to get pregnant. When I found out we succeeded, it was Clint's birthday. I thought it would be a great birthday present. But things got weird after that. He didn't want to tell his parents right away. I didn't know why. But I soon found out. His mother was not happy with him at all. She had always hoped that he would get rid of me. And now I was pregnant.
Four months went by. Clint was on his way to work one day. I got a call at 1:00 in the afternoon. It was a collect call from Clint's sister. I couldn't figure out why she would call me collect but I accepted the charges. I thought maybe she had broke down or something. The next thing I hear is that Clint had gotten into a serious accident that morning on the way to work. He and his partner were not expected to make it. She had called me from the hospital. He was in a hospital over an hour away. I had no way to get there and they left without me. It took me over two hours to find my little sister. She came and picked me up and took me to where he was. He looked great. He was up sitting in a chair. He was brushing his teeth. I walked in and we hugged and he talked to me. He couldn't remember what had happened. I thought that had been for the best. He didn't need a memory like that. After a few hours at the hospital, we were getting ready to leave when Chelsea started kicking. Her Grandmother was the first to feel her kick from the outside. I thought maybe that would be the one thing that would get her excited for us finally.
The next day, I found out that Clint had a problem and had to be rushed to a different hospital. Again, his family left without me. He was in a coma. The Dr. had to do surgery and remove part of one of his lungs to save his life. It kept collapsing causing him problems breathing. It saved his life.
Throughout all of this, Clint's family took me to see him twice. I couldn't understand why they wouldn't take me with them to see him everyday. It was very hard on me. Eventually I found out. On the way home from the hospital one day that I got to go. I was in the car with His family and they started in on me about how my pregnancy was wrong. Clint did not need to have a child with me. They would never accept it. I could not get away from them. We were in a car, on the highway going home. I could not believe the things being said to me. I had never been good at defending myself with them. I just wanted to be accepted by them. I thought, at one time, that they were good people. I was wrong. The next day, when I called the hospital to check on Clint's progress, I found out that his mother had told them not to tell me anything. As we were not married, she had every right.
By the time the first month of this was over. I found out that they finally got what they had wanted from the very beginning. Clint called me one night from the hospital and told me he no longer wanted to be with me. Life was too short. I asked him why he decided to have a baby with me. He told me it was a mistake. But that he would always be there for his child. I was devestated. I called his mother. I asked her what had happened. She told me I got what I deserved. And that if i broke anything in the house that was his, I would be arrested..........

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Chelsea's parents below