I guess the story really starts around when I was 19 or 20 years old, I think. I was about a year or so deep into my second ever long term relationship and we realized that we were playing with fire having unprotected sex. At this point we were sure we were going to get married one day, but we were honest with ourselves. If I ever got pregnant before I was ready, the only option was for me to give the baby up for adoption.
A baby never resulted from that relationship.
We broke up at the beginning of 2010 and I decided to live up the single life. At the end of 2010 I met a guy named Danny that I ended up being FWB with. We agreed that neither of us wanted to feel tied down in a relationship and it was perfect… At first. Then I developed feelings for him that I would not find out he reciprocated until after my son was born. We dated on and off for about a year before I decided I needed to get over him. I stared dating a guy named Luis and shortly after I found out I was pregnant.
My parents were okay with the fact I was giving my child up for adoption and they didn’t freak out when I told them I was pregnant. They even kept the secret from my brothers until I’d had my first doctors visit with my OBGYN that my sister-in-law, Carol, had gone to when she was pregnant.
Unfortunately I did not know who the father was. My then-boyfriend, Luis, didn’t seem to care and Danny turned over a whole new leaf trying to make sure everything was going okay with me.
I started looking online for potential families and anytime I was interested in a profile I would share it with Luis. We started fighting over how he didn’t want to give the baby up to a gay/lesbian couple one day and that ended our relationship.
A couple of days later my oldest brother called saying, “Well, you know Carol and I were thinking of having another kid anyway..” And suddenly I knew who was going to add my son to their family.
My brother, Steve, had even offered to foster him until I was ready to take care of him myself. I wouldn’t have it, though, because I could never ask someone to go through what I was going through.
The problem, however, was that while I live in the middle of Florida, my brother lives in northern Cali.
So fast forward back to today and now my son, Luke is living in California. We get to Skype every so often, and once or twice a year I get to see him.
He was born August 3rd, 2012: my little lion man. He will call me Mama Beth and he will know who I am in his life which I am so grateful for.
Whew! I think that’s everything!