I remember a time when things were simpler…
Perhaps remembering it is what makes thing unbearable at times.
I just do not understand how some parents can be cruel, and forget what love means. Forget their children, or just put them out of mind when it suits them.
It doesn’t matter how old the child is. Something like that affects the mind and soul deep down, and I’m not sure it’s repairable. It may scar over time, but the wound is always there… A constantly random reminder of your worth to the blood running in your veins. The DNA ties that you wish you could just dig out.
I’ve come to a point where I don’t care, or want to know where I came from anymore. And, I hope my own children get here sooner than I did in regards to their father.
There’s a reason laws are in place for child support. And, to think a parent would rather live as if he/she never had kids is appalling to me.
The sheer statistics of how many of these warts on society has got to tell people something.
More and more, I feel people should get a license to bare children…








