But life has a twisted sense of humor. And sometimes the punchline is your entire world collapsing around you.
Life has a twisted
sense of humor.
My mom, Linda, had me when she was 18. I grew up knowing — not guessing — that I wasn’t wanted. To hear her tell it, I was the beginning of the end for her glamorous teenage dreams.
She said it outright once when I was seven: “You ruined my life.”
That memory? It never left.
My mother never let me forget how “inconvenient” I was. She wore regret like perfume — something cheap and overwhelming.
She hardly mentioned my father’s name. I never met him or saw a photo, but Mom always insisted he left because of me.
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