right now, I'm in the exact same situation my mom was in. and who am I supposed to blame? myself. but in reality, I feel like it's all his fault. when I say "his" I'm referring to my daddy. the blame game is played. but I'm being honest. I have my son, and he's beautiful. he is life. period. he also has a sister. she's four months older than he is. and call me crazy , but I cringe every time I think about it. see my dad has been in jail 15 years out of my life. the man to show me how to be loved by another man. the man that's supposed to teach me game, so I could recognize that shit from a mile away. the man that was supposed to tell me I'm beautiful, and worthy of nothing less than the best. he failed. I have countless relationships. wait, I wouldn't call them that. I really don't know what to call them. but whatever they were, I failed. and for so long I didn't know why. until now. I was looking for everything he should have given me in every boy or man I met.
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Silent Inmate
Non-FictionThis is the story of the effects a girls dad being incarcerated has on her mentally and emotionally. She makes mistakes, but ultimately realizes she's in control of her own destiny.
