I stole my mom's car. I felt bad, so I stole my dad's too. And then I got my best friend pregnant.

I was 19 years old and my girlfriend and I decided we wanted to get married. She was 18. The problem with this was that neither of us had a car of our own, so we had to steal my parents' cars all the time to go to work and see each other. The two of us lived in the suburbia of one of the major cities of the PacNW, and we both worked in the city itself. Neither of us were in college, although I was about to start my first class at the community college that summer.<br><br>So we stole my parents' cars to see each other on the weekends. <br><br>Sometimes, if we were feeling extra naughty, we would steal both of their cars. If we stole one car, we had to carpool, which limited our freedom since we had to drop each other off at work on time. So on days that we were both off, we would steal my dad's car so we could have a car of our own to wander. <br><br>Neither of us had licenses at the time. We both had permits, but neither of us cared about following traffic laws. We were 19 and 18 and thought we were invincible. So we stole my parents' cars and drove around the city and suburbs with no insurance, no licenses, and no regard for the law. <br><br>We would drive each other to work, skip work to go to the beach, skip school to have sex with each other. We had a grand old time. <br><br>Especially after we got married. <br><br>It's a funny story how we got married. We had been thinking about it for a little while, but we knew our parents wouldn't approve. So we continued our scheme of stealing both cars and driving each other to work, with the added bonus that we were now each other's husband and wife. <br><br>One day, I stole my dad's car and picked up Black Jesus, the drug dealer who lived down the street from me. He was 30 years old, black, had dreads down his back, and always wore a black leather trenchcoat even though the weather was 70 degrees and sunny. Black Jesus was the go-to dealer for weed in our area, and he was a trusted friend of our crew. <br><br>I gave my dad's car to Black Jesus and said I would pick it up the next day. He asked me why I couldn't give him my mom's car instead. I said because I was going to have sex with my best friend tonight. <br><br>He laughed and said ok. <br><br>So my wife and I went to a hotel and had a one night stand. <br><br>And sure enough, our little escapade did not end in happily ever after. A month or two later, my wife became pregnant. She was only 19 years old at the time, and she freaked out when she found out she was pregnant. <br><br>We tried to figure out a way to keep it a secret, but it quickly became apparent that the cat was out of the bag. My mom found out, my dad found out, her mom found out, her dad found out. <br><br>Long story short, they were furious. But they were also devout Catholics, so they would never dream of aborting the baby. So after I turned 20, my wife and I had a baby. We gave it up for adoption, and my parents and her parents were all relieved that the adoption went through successfully. <br><br>From that point forward, however, my parents and her parents were all very angry with us for the rest of our lives. They never trusted us again, and they thought we were both fuck-ups for getting a girl pregnant when we were in high school. <br><br>My wife and I decided we would live happily ever after and ignore our parents. We both went to college, and we decided to stay together because we loved each other. We were both ambitious and motivated to succeed, and the drama with our parents was just an unnecessary headache.<br><br>No big deal. We were young adults living in the suburbs. We didn't need to worry about anything. Life is good. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>EDIT/UPDATE:<br><br>Wow. I didn't expect this to blow up so fast. Thank you to the people who got this story to the front page, and thank you to everyone who was so kind and supportive. <br><br>Actually, thank you to almost everyone. I appreciate the kind words, the words of caution, the words of wisdom. I even appreciate the negative comments, because you guys do have a point that this behavior is not acceptable and I am not a victim. <br><br>I am not writing this update because I feel sorry for myself. I am writing this update because I see that this story has gone viral, and I want to clear the record on a few things. <br><br>It's been almost 10 years since all this happened. Today, I am 28 years old and I have a great life. I have a great career, a wonderful partner, a beautiful dog, a nice house, and a community of loving friends. <br><br>I went to university, I graduated with honors, and then I went to law school. I am now a high-powered lawyer for a tech company. I've worked at Google, I've worked at Facebook, I've worked at Amazon. But I don't like any of those places, because they suck. Today, I work at a law firm. <br><br>My wife/partner and I, we both worked our asses off to build a better life for ourselves. We earned great educations, we earned great careers, and we earned a great life. <br><br>We still live in the PacNW, although we don't live in the suburbs anymore. We live in the city, and we love it. I have a great job, my wife has a great career, and we have an amazing dog named Mochi. <br><br>And we are not some couple that got stuck together because she got pregnant when they were 19. We are two proud adults who love each other, who are highly educated, and who are highly motivated to succeed. <br><br>We are not some high school graduates who dropped out of college to raise a family. We are two young professionals who are in the prime of our lives. <br><br>And we are not some people who are living in the past. We are people who live in the present, and we are people of the future. <br><br>I don't regret what happened between us, because we needed that experience in order to become the adults that we are today. <br><br>I'm not mad at our parents, I'm not mad at the system, and I'm not holding any grudges. I am glad that we gave our daughter up for adoption, and we are glad that we were given a second chance at life. <br><br>I can't thank enough the people who reached out to me and showed their support. It means a lot to me, and I wish you all the best. <br><br>And to the people who were negative, I appreciate your feedback. I am sorry if my story offended you or made you angry. <br><br>But to everyone, I wish you all the best. <br><br>Thank you.