My parents were 20 and 22 when I was conceived. They were just dating, and I was an unplanned surprise. My mother placed me for adoption, which I completely understand now that I’m grown. I went home with a family from Texas I believe, though I don’t know their names. I was there, I think happy and safe, for several months.
Then my dad decided to get me back. I don’t quite understand how it all happened, because no one likes to talk about it, but he went to court, at some point punched out a bailiff, and in the end my two young, inexperienced, unmarried parents regained custody of me.
I’m told the first night I was home with them in their apartment they had a party with the prostitutes from across the street. Then they put me to bed in the bottom drawer of a dresser, because they had no baby things. And that was the beginning of me. [Read more…]