This was actually a prompt from last week that I missed. I saw it tonight and thought how interesting this could be. The beginning of my life? Well, let's start from the very beginning. My mother and father lived together but they were not married. My mom said that my father just stayed home and drank all day while she worked and supported herself and him. When she found out she was pregnant, he asked her to marry him but she declined because she knew he wouldn't change. They split up after that and rumors started swirling that he wasn't my father and that another guy was. My mom went through most of the pregnancy by herself. Her mother, my grandmother, was VERY old fashioned, and my mom didn't even tell her that she was pregnant until right before she had me (I think). Her original plan was to give me up for adoption because she didn't think she could take care of me. She had some friends who were married and couldn't get pregnant, and they wanted a baby, so she was going to give me to them.
She spent 42 hours in hard labor, all by herself. When she had me, the only ones in the room were the nurses and the doctor. I had a difficult time coming into the world and the doctor thought they were going to lose me.
She ended up keeping me. She hid me from her mother for awhile, too afraid to tell her that she chose to keep me. Til one day, a relative saw her at the bank with me in tow. My grandmother wouldn't have much to do with me at first, wouldn't even talk about me. Then one day, my grandmother asked my mom to go shopping with her. My mom told her that she wasn't going to go without taking me. While my mom ran into one store by herself, she came out to find that my grandmother had taken me out of my carseat and was holding me on her lap.
My mom raised me all on her own. My father saw me when I was 3 weeks old; he just turned around and walked away because he believed the rumors that he wasn't my father. Most of my childhood, my mom worked 2 jobs and we always lived paycheck to paycheck. I had abusive babysitters, both physically and mentally. My mom took me out from their care as soon as she found out. One babysitter called CPS on my mom because I was teething and had a fever, my mom knew the reason behind the fever and didn't feel the need to take me to a doctor, so this babysitter decided she knew better and reported my mom, making her life Hell for about a year.
Finally, after so many bad babysitters, my grandmother began watching me on the weekends and every day in the summer. My mother never got child support and to this day, at 34 years old, I have never met my father.
Oh, and as far as the couple who were going to adopt me.. they ended up adopting a little girl 3 years later. They also helped with babysitting me and always treated me as if I were their own. That little girl they adopted ended up being a Hell child with numerous mental problems; even tried to kill her own (adopted) father, then got pregnant at age 15, which they (the grandparents) have custody of her daughter because she just didn't wanna take care of her. Geez, I bet they wished they got me instead, hahaha!
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