I fell pregnant very young. 14.
My mum had just died and me and my boyfriend had gone out and got very drunk. Well you know the rest. He vanished not long later and i raised my son for many years on my own till i met my partner years later and had my daughter.
I am not sure why i am writing this but i feel so much was taken from mE
When i fell pregnant my mum laid down the rules and i had no choice but to obey
She picked my childs name
She picked my pram
I was never alone with my baby
If i went out she phoned and phoned
She picked clothes etc etc
I left when my child was 2 but i feel so much was stolen. This was many years ago so dont know why these emotions have stirred now.