Driving home, I saw a young mother sitting on a street bench outside as she waited for the bus, hugging her toddler boy’s small body as it rested on her chest. A memory from when I was a child came to me.
It was around 2pm on a weekday. My phone rang and it was you. You were drunk.
“I learned to appreciate life a lot more!!! I learned to get rid of depression by breath[ing] slowly in and out several times daily to relax, to listen to music and dance to it, to laugh.”
“I need a ride. Take me home.” I did. Stupid. I shouldn’t have but being nice was always my constant curse and offering her a ride home was the most recent example of this fault in my then 19-year-old self. She wasn’t a stranger. She wasn’t an acquaintance or only a friend. Throughout high school,…
Having children is an act of selfishness.