My first crush turned out to be my first Love as well. Robbie and I dated all throughout middle and high school. I graduated two years early and when I left high school we broke up. I have thought about him fondly my whole life.
I got to see Robbie a few more times over that summer, and as it would happen; I also got pregnant. The boy who got me pregnant worked part time after school for Robbie’s Mom, and when my babies father mentioned I was “knocked up” Robbie immediately without second thought claimed my baby.
As this was such a sweet gesture he had no idea the mess he created because the guy who told him I was “knocked up” HE was actually the father!
After that mess, Robbie met his future wife and I never seen him again. I keep in touch with his brother’s occasionally and checked in every once in a while and I found out he passed away a few weeks ago.
Robbie is gone and all I have is the memory of the sweet boy I dated in high school, who loved me enough that he was willing to take responsibility for another man’s baby no questions asked.
Take that as a lesson of honor and integrity.
JaxBeachHippie 