Im 17. I have a 1 year old daughter. Today. I am married. Have been wuth the same guy for 4 years in december. On nov. 10th, 2012. At 9:08pm me and my husband got into a reck. I was 9months pregnant and was going to be induced. We flipped 23times and I was ejected out of the back window on the 9th or 10th flip. The back of my head was stappled shut and memory of that night was taken away *except* (along with the first 3 months of ger life) I had a ceribrial hemotoma and a collapsed lung and was in a coma for 3hours. Jeremy told me how he got out of the car but couldnt find me. I remember when he found me I heard him screaming and crying. He was begging me not to die on him, I passed out so after that I don’t remeber much. I remember walking for the first time again and I remember my husbands little sister (who isnt close to ANYBODY) *except me really* was crying she is one of those people who thinks crying is a sign of weakness so I remember her asking me not to die either. I domt remember the first time I saw her. She came out completely unharmed. (Thank the lord so mich for that) she is amazing. along with the fact that my mom completely shut me out when I got pregnant and when I was in the hospital she was bitching about how she didn’t have any dope today and she was tired. I have lived with my husband since we got together. So her being around me and my family was not going to happen. May 5, 2013 I signed over gardianship to my grandmother and I still don’t have her sge comes over every weekend but when sge leaves I feel like I have no purpose. Me and jeremy are not doing so well and I just wanna die. I don’t wanna hurt anymore. Im tired. My body is tired. I found out in August I have cancer. So im just nothing.. .. sophie is the only reason why I am still alive.