There's a way to make it work!
My mom was 18 when she got pregnant with me, and my dad was 21. He wasn’t a teenager, but I feel like that’s close enough.
I feel like my childhood was pretty standard, though I may have spent more time with my grandparents than a lot of kids do. My parents strongly emphasized schoolwork, to the point where I was grounded for several weeks because I got a C+ one marking period in honors geometry. Maybe a tad excessive, but I finished 4th in my high school class and went to the best college of anyone in my year.
Outside of that though there was the inevitable friction that came as a result of my parents growing from children into adults, and they ended up divorcing when I was around 13. That was a rough period, but instead of acting out I threw myself into schoolwork.. glad I didn’t take a different path. (GravitationalConstnt)
My parents had a difficult marriage. My dad blamed my mom a lot because he said she ruined his life. My mom had a lot of resentment towards my father as well because he worked long hours to help support our family and didn’t want her to work outside the home. We grew up poor but my mom always made sure there was food on the table every night. She often went to bed hungry so we could eat. She never complained and I didn’t realize the sacrifices she made until I was in my teens. (Mannings4head)
Kids Raising Kids
You’re growing up along with someone who is still doing it. You kind of get pushed aside sometimes while they deal with their own private crises. I love my mom to death, but she moved something like ten times before I turned ten. (doodilydude)