We find out I was pregnant, did he stop. I remember leaving the pregnancy test in the bathroom for him. After that he went to jail. But not before he got me evicted from that apartment. I was served and I’m on the streets pregnant, not even my family took care of me. This is another very sensative time of my life. The struggle, the shame, the humiliation, the fact that my family did not care. Maybe I’ve got my priorities, my morals, what I value, or just my whole personality all twisted or backwards. Because when my father kicked my niece out of his house, I opened the door for her. When I found out she was pregnant, I supported her and with my other niece. Was I supposed to have given them that tough love and push them out to the steets?
Can we create what God did? 