That was the beginning of a long relationship. Tom was so caring and respectful of me. Even though everyone in the neighborhood got high, Tom wouldn�t let them pressure me. He respected my choice not to do drugs and never made me feel bad about it. When nosey people would ask about personal information Tom would stand up for my honor, even though he would be teased about it. He would never pressure me into anything that I was uncomfortable with.
Unfortunately, as soon as Tom turned 18 he wanted to get married. I was only 16 and not ready to make a commitment that large. Therefore, we broke up. He needed to feel needed so much, that he ended up marrying another girl two months later. She had lied to him and said she was pregnant. I was devastated. What could I do about it? It was his life. I told friends I didn�t think it would last a year, and was sad to hear that he was getting a divorce six months later. We kept in touch, even though we both ended up moving.
When I was 18 years old I looked him up again. We started to date again and I ended up pregnant.
When I told Tom, I wasn�t sure what to expect.
�Great� he seemed thrilled, �Will you marry me?� he asked expectantly.
�No, I don�t want you to marry me because I�m pregnant. I want to know you married me because you love me and not because you felt you had to. After I have the baby, if you still want to marry me, ask me then.� I replied knowing that he probably wouldn�t ask again. He never did, so we ended up living together.
