My parents... where to begin?
My mother got pregnant with me very young. My brother was born 13 months after me, and my sisters a couple of years later. Basically she was 20 with 4 kids. I couldn't imagine it.
My father has been in legal trouble since he was 17. In and out of jail and then prison, he wasn't ever around, until he got out for the last time when I was 12. By that time, I had no interest in being around him (and I still don't, honestly).
I can't imagine having 4 children on my own at 20. Am I really surprised that she decided it wasn't worth her time and left us with my grandpa? No, can't say that I am. She is now living in South Dakota (or is it North?) with some guy and blah blah blah.
My REAL parents:
In all reality, my parents were made up of my Grandpa and my Auntie. Without them, there is no way I'd be where I am now. I am eternally grateful to them.
I could get into a big long drama filled post about it, however, it's Sunday and you're lucky I'm even blogging today. :)