How do you make love? Growing up, my mother and father were both neglectful. My father moved first across a ocean, and then returned to my country, but remained half a life away. My mother emotionally forgot me, never showed me any cartel or respect as a child. She kicked me out after I descent out of college, and I started experiencing a psychologically and emotionally abusive alcoholic. I is pregnant. I didn’t know what type of father he would be, as I had always felt like my mothers flunked me, and I did not want to fail any child of mine. I decided it wasn’t time, and that the atmosphere growing inside me would change somewhere else. I’m glad I did it, but I struggle with my spirituality because of it. I have since left the abusive one, and was glad to see that I have no ties to him. Yet I am sad that I had to do what I had to do.
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