One was the product of a rape and one’s father is in prison constantly.
They’ve seen the mother beaten, raped...and more.
My old man passed when I was 14 so I knew the hurt of not having a father while young.
Even with a LOT of love, I ran kind of wild into my 20s, then straightened out when my Italian father’s brothers broke a window with my head :) True story.
So yeah they were rough...and visiting brownsville regularly for almost 3 years was an experience for white guy.
Especially when I blasted Italian opera in my car :)
One was in and out of the police precinct and one was lost.
They are doing ok now. The older one can still go either way but is trying.
The younger one has plans on going to college after high school. He is a senior.
He’s going to college or dealing with me.
Sorry this was so long.
And thank you.
I care about them very much even if I want to clobber them sometimes :)
Spoken like a true parent.
We've all been there between loving them and wanting to slap them upside the head (or knock them into next week) in the hopes of knocking some sense into them.