"Too Young??? I don't understand..." "Just do it, I won't have anything to do with you nor the baby if you don't give it up." You know, words must be used wisely sometimes, but these words will never be forgotten by myself.

I had dated Derick for three and a half years. We then thought to take our relationship to 'another level'. He introduced me to his parents and so did I. Our relationship went on for another year after which we decided to get engaged. We had a great party, both families involved at the prestigious Carnivore restaurant. We then both went back to England both to work. We didn't see any logic in living separately since we would be getting married soon - in about six months. So I moved to his place.

Two months later I realize I am pregnant and I am overjoyed! I wouldn't wait to get home from work to tell Derick! When I finally told him, his plate of food fell, breaking the plate, then he sits down. Thinks for what seemed like forever. When I asked him what was wrong he said: "You have to get an abortion!" I couldn't believe my ears! I asked him again to repeate himself and he repeated it once more: "I need you to get an abortion." I refused. He then tried to convince me how it wouldn't cost me anything if I did it before six months and thereafter I would be charged £1000. I still refused to do it. So I asked him why he wanted me to do it. His response was: "I am too young to be a father, I have my whole life ahead of me, the last thing I want to be bogged down by is a noisy baby all day and night".

"Too Young??? I don't understand..."

"Just do it, I won't have anything to do with you nor the baby if you don't give it up."

I cried. I couldn't stop crying. And the only thing he asked over and over again was " are you going to do it?"

I could not take it any more. I stormed out of the house with only my handbag and what I was wearing. At 10 PM where would I go to? I then thought of the international students house, nearby where I worked. I went and booked myself in for a week.

After that week, I booked myself into an apartment. It became really clear to me that Derick did not want a baby, So I decided to keep my baby and have nothing to do with him.

I didn't think he was serious! When I was seven months pregnant, I was still depressed and my GP advised me to take it easy or risk a miscarriage. Yes! The thought crossed my mind about getting more depressed and blame the miscarriage on it, but yet again, this was a life inside me. It wasn't until I saw the pregnancy scans that I really believed there was life inside me.

I was more convinced now that I wanted my baby. I asked God for a son. My Son is now three years old. A handsome young gentleman. To this date, right from my son's birth, still no word from Derick. Not a pound spent by himself and you ask me why I am anti-men???