You got me pregnant and abandoned me when I needed you the most. You knew I got raped from the age of 7-14. You knew about my past with men, u knew I was trafficked at a young age, yet you still left me alone. I started working at 14 to provide for myself, and I let you ruin me. Dear Anonymous, why did I give you the clothes in my back to wear anytime you asked for it, even if it meant I had to get rained on. Despite everything. I graduated early, I started college and almost got my associates only to discover I was pregnant. Pregnant by the man who put his hands on me, who raped me, who took the food out of my mouth and I let him, the man who let me cry nights on end yet I shut up about it because I thought I was in love. Dear Anonymous, can you tell me why my heart hurts every night when I go to bed, lying next to the baby you left me with that I have to try and support on my own. It hurts but my dear dear Anonymous, I'm making it work. I'm working on my degree, I'm working 40-50 hours a week, I'm being a mother, my baby goes without nothing and he's a blessed baby despite how long he spent in nicu, I rent my own place, and pretty soon I will have my own car and I'll be on my way to med school in 3 short semesters. I've thought of killing myself so much fighting this war between myself and my depression, but my sweet innocent boy Deserves more. I love him too much, and if it means putting on a smile when my heart is ripped in half, I will do just that, but Dear Anonymous, I'm only 17.