BETTER, BUT STILL A LITTLE BITTER
I was not an easy kid, and my circumstances were far from ideal. My mother ran off to Maine with my father, dropping out of college and getting knocked up. Returning back to Connecticut to birth and raise her kid, try and save her husband from his self-destructive addictions she had an abortion when my brother was a baby. Still not divorced, she got knocked up again and decided to pin all the guilt and hopes on that one... me. She left my father before my first birthday. The three of us were... Sign in to see full entry.