I am your mother
I nearly failed you giving birth because I didn't know how to push. The first night we brought you home I had to have your father come take you from me because the tears falling from my face were disturbing you in your sleep. You rejected my b****** and I was secretly happy because I didn't want to be tethered to you like a calf to a cow. I gave up my career in a corporate office bringing home more money than any 23 year old should for a job as a morning working, stocking light bulbs at 4am just to be home at 9 before your father goes to work. I have lost my body. My social life. My mental health. I cry when I take my medicine in the morning, just for the fifteen minutes before it kicks in and numbs me. But I love you. And I chose to have you. And you are the most precious thing I have ever done in my short life. And all this came about because a boy decided to rape me.