I had a baby, at 13

Hey, I would like to share a part of my life, that I feel could help the lives of others. When I was 13 years old I met "the love of my life" (yeah right) He was cute, sweet and everything I wanted in a guy...or so I thought. After we had only been dating for about 6 months, I thought I loved him. And he knew exactly how to play me. with the whole "if you really love me you'll sleep with me" thing. And of course...it worked. And if anything it made our relationship more complicated. He started getting really angry over stupid stuff. But I "loved him" so of course I didn't break up with him. After having sex for the first time I suspected a possible pregnancy. I couldn't tell him. He would only get angry...at me. So I went to my daddy. He was very supportive and made me a doctors appointment. I remember sitting on the paper lined bed of the O.B.G.Y.N's office waiting for my test results, and the whole time I was thinking about how stupid I was..But still..so "In love" I couldn't blame him for any part of it. After discovering the hardest news of my life, I knew I had to tell him. But to my surprise if he blamed anyone it was me. His anger spells started getting more and more frequent and on July 14 2009, he blew. I was five months pregnant with his baby. fat, miserable, and way to young for all of this to be happening. But he didnt care. He became outraged when my father suggested we take a break and hit me (not for the first time) with a glass vase, and shattered it. Totally knocking me unconscious. Because of my maturing pregnancy I had to go to the E.R. after stitching up my face, neck, and chest, and taking my boyfriend into custody. I went into pre-term labor. My daughter was born vaginally at 5:32 A.M. on July 15, 2009. She weighed in at a tiny 1lb 9oz. Her lungs weren't developed,so she was placed on multiple machines in order to keep her alive. For three days I waited, and watched my child suffer for each breath before making the hardest decision of my life. I decided to turn off the tubes, I couldn't stand to see her in pain anymore, all she knew was pain. Addison Grace died on July 18th. And part of me died with her. I now have a restraining order against my ex, scars on my Neck, chest, and face, but ultimately a scar across my heart. I lost my baby, and the "love of my life" all because of sex. But I did gain a stronger relationship with my God, my friends, and my family. May God Bless You All!