One of the worst parts about having a child is that that little creature will have to live with the consequences of your choices and your mistakes.

It’s something I always tell my mom: I have a mental illness (from my dad’s side) and I grew up without a father (that little shit abandoned us). I’m not even pretty or smart, and you tell me that a child is a gift from God? Just because your dream was to have kids, now I have to live with the consequences of their choices. (My mother is a good woman, but her main purpose in life was always to have children.) And I still don’t understand why I’m the one who has to work three times harder (because of my mental illness) just to TRY (not even be sure) to have a better life. Like… what?