I was 17 when my ex told me she was pregnant. My parents didn’t support it, but I moved in with her anyway. I thought I was doing the right thing. One night, she asked me to grab her a towel while she was in the shower. I saw her journal lying open on the bed.

I didn’t mean to snoop, but something about it, my gut told me to read it. So I did. She had been sleeping with someone else the whole time. I packed a bag, went back to my parents, and told them everything. They helped me get a DNA test. The baby wasn’t mine.