That was her sorry excuse for being pregnant. Upon hearing her say that, I lost all compassion that I initially felt for her and just wanted to smack her head thinking she'll realize how stupid that explanation was.
In my eyes she was the good girl. I loved her for her innocence and optimism. My father thought she was the most obedient and respectful of all his grand kids. But she's just a kid and kids need their parents to set a good example. Sadly, her parents were both busy finding their own happiness. Neglect disguised as tolerance became their parenting style.
Now, this. A mother at eighteen with the father not wanting to take responsibility. A mother at eighteen with no college education to speak of. A mother at eighteen, a kid having to raise a kid.
I don't feel sympathy. I feel defeat. For all the things that she had to live with because of her parents' mistake, she still didn't learn from it. She went into something, blindly, selfishly. It wasn't wrong that she fell in love, it was wrong that she used it as an excuse to escape from the difficult reality of a broken family.
And just like me, she is also her mother's daughter. Only, she got the bad part.
