I kind of have a funky family situation. I actually had a teenage pregnancy and I live with my boyfriend and his family. So, we live with his mom. It’s me, him, his four other siblings, and then our little one, Tyler. He’s two. I mean it’s very different from what a lot of people are used to. It’s just something that keeps me going because I also suffer from really bad depression and anxiety. It’s a really crazy thing. It’s just something that’s there. I feel comforted. Having a son feels good. For a little while [I wasn’t open about it], because of how people can be. But I obviously moved schools…the people here are a lot more understanding. I feel like coming here, I’ve made a lot better friends than I have before. Just more understanding people that are there for me. At my old school I was completely shunned because I was pregnant.