For about 3 months after that, I got abused, physically. What the messed up part was, he got away with it. Pretty sad. Finally,the day came, that my baby boy was born. 8 and a half hours later, my son was born. 6Lb 6oz. 19 inches long. He was beautiful. Blonde hair, and blue hazel eyes. His dad was there for his birth. We named him Charles Joseph Houck II. The greatest accomplishment in my life, was him. He meant everything to me. I took him home, three days after he was born. His dad was involved for 4 months, and then took off without saying anything. I kind of expected it, though. So, I took care of him, with my dad's help. I found out I was pregnant again, when Charles was 2 months old. Quite shocking, for me. Realizing how difficult it was going to be. And here's another part of the story, that begins, yet another struggle.
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The Struggle.
Non-FictionThis is a story of my life-ish. I've had struggles, and pain. This is about my kids, mainly. It's basically a documentary. Please don't judge.
