When I was twenty-one, my birth control failed. I suppose it was the universe's way of punishing me because I was sleeping with my roommate's boyfriend. I don't know why I did it. He would flirt with me and I would flirt back, and he was really cute. And one thing led to another, as they say. My roommate never really found out we were sleeping together. I never really told her. Really, what could you say? And when I found out I was pregnant, I freaked out. I couldn't talk to her about it because I would then have to tell her about her boyfriend... I didn't know what to do. I felt so lost. I wasn't ready to have a baby.