When I met you at the impressionable age of 16, I had stars in my eyes. Wow, I said. Look at that cute middle 20’s guy drinking strawberry hill and smoking weed. Little did I know, you were a deadbeat dad to your older children? Little did I know, you still lived with your parents? Little did I know, you were immaturity wrapped in irresponsibility? I was too busy being excited that you would want me.
I was abandoned by my mother and in line to be thrown out by my father. You, being 10 years my senior, looked like my knight in shining armor. My teenage rebellion against authority fit quite well into your world. Your refusal to mature and my lack of maturity were great bedmates. You, 26, never stopped to consider that dating and subsequently impregnating a 16 year old, was even the slightest bit wrong. Of course you loved my admiration. Of course you loved my dependency. I was quite a trophy for you to flaunt. The letter continues on the next pages.