I just refused to go to my grandfather’s … don’t have to turn down my mother’s because there’s not going to be one. Yay.
I never had an emotional problem with giving my baby up for adoption, I would have repeated the cycle. It was the right choice practically speaking, too.
Ah yes, washing your mouth out with soap and water … the gentle form of parental correction.
God fucking damn I hated that worse than being hit.
3” razor strap with all our names written on it. My wife had to force me to go to my mother’s funeral!
I just refused to go to my grandfather’s … don’t have to turn down my mother’s because there’s not going to be one. Yay.
I never had an emotional problem with giving my baby up for adoption, I would have repeated the cycle. It was the right choice practically speaking, too.