When I was younger, twelve or thirteen years old, I did something to annoy my mother. She got angry and started shouting at me. Somewhere in the middle, she said, “You see why I didn’t want to have you? I blame your father.
I don’t remember being angered or disturbed by this statement until she said it again when I was sixteen. There was a boy in my class who chased me everywhere with love proposals. He wrote me letters and when he could, he said it in front of me that he wanted to be my boyfriend. Truth be told, my infant heart loved him too but I was…….Read Full Story Here…………………
