Being A Mom At 18 and Being A Grown Woman

This is when life began I had to be a grown up. Taking care of my son and trying to figure this motherhood thing out and with the help of my mother I guess it was easy because I was still living in her home under her roof so guess what I had to follow her rules. Mom was great with caring for the baby, changing his clothes, taking him out to the park and getting up at night when I felt that I couldn't. At the time I was still in school trying to finish to get my High School diploma so this means that I would meet people such as boys and get to know them. I became someone who got with a boy and I would sleep with them whether it was dating them, or they became my boyfriend at the time. I can remember this guy he lived in the East New York section of Brooklyn he was handsome. I meet him at a house party and we instantly clicked and things heated up and I became his girlfriend going back and fourth to East New York and when me and mom would get into it I had a place to go because he lived in a Brownstone in East New York with his sister so I had the freedom to go and stay the nights have sex with him and come back home after things got better with me and mom and it was good because she was caring for the baby. I learned quickly that life wasn't easy and living with mom was hard because now I believed I was grown I had a baby I was having sex and I had a man who I could go stay with in his home. But I really learned that being with a man and a hustler and someone who was a little older and more advanced came with a price. He was in love with me he was controlling, he was aggressive and he had my heart so whatever he told me to do I did. I just remember us coming from a party or his house and we were in a cab and I did or sad something he didn't like and he smacked the shit out of me in the cab and that is were I witnessed abuse of a boyfriend for the first time in my life. The story of my life continues...........