Isn't it interesting how our lives come about? Some people are born into excellent families and excellent circumstances, and then there is someone like me -born into only a partly sane family with insane circumstances...
Some children are anticipated with joy and excitement by their parents... That is not my story!
I was born to a mother of 20 years of age and a father 33 years of age -to say the least I was not exactly planned. For the sake of documenting, I will further state that my mother was not married to my father and my father was married to another woman 11 years his senior.
More than once in life I have been referred to as a "bastard child" -for definitions sake I totally accept such a lable. No, I do not suffer from low self-esteem, I simply accept the definition of "bastard child" because that is what I am. Being a bastard child really isn't the problem, it is the huge scarlet letter that comes with it that makes life more than a little difficult to bare, when you are young. As an adult, surprisingly, I have come to enjoy my lable and my scarlet letter, without it, I would not be the person that I am today.
More to come...
No comments:
Post a Comment