Random Thoughts

So once upon a time I was not so good at birth control. Hence my 15 year old son. And I’m 32. You can do the math. I hadn’t been having sex for terribly long at that point, but had used condoms pretty much exclusively because I knew nothing about birth control and didn’t think I could afford the pill. Plus my relationships were just not long enough to be sure of total monogamy, people are young, I didn’t want AIDS…you know. D came about because his dad told me he was allergic to latex. EVERYONE I tell that to gives me the “oh honey” look. Okay, maybe I am naïve, and he has since told me that he found out he wasn’t really allergic, so maybe it was all a line. But who cares now? If it was a line, he got perfect karma in the form of an accidental child. And I got what I needed in life to drive me to accomplish something. Because I was really going nowhere fast. It’s funny to think about now. I went in for birth control only to find out I was pregnant. Haha. I actually pret...