It is believed that children are a continuation of their parents. Mom gave birth to me at 17. The guy from whom his mother was starving did not understand that I was his baby. At that time, the test tests were expensive, and my mother did not agree to them, mostly because she could not afford them. I grew up without knowing my father. I was like a black point in my mom’s brilliant life. I was not a favorite or needed child for my mother. Everything was different with me. Since she gave birth to me early, she never saw life, so she treated me as if I didn’t exist.

I had to grow up quickly to not only take care of myself, but also about my mother who was not married. All she had in mind is only men. I can’t even calculate how much they were. Every year a new man appeared in the apartment, and my mom made me call him my dad because she liked her. My mother only took care of herself, and men created different relationships to improve the quality of their lives. Some gave me an apartment, others, a machine, others-a shop. My mom has always sought everything with her eyes and body, not head or brain. At the age of 27, I finally met the love of my life.

We decided to get married, but first we had to meet my parents. The boy’s parents were very smart and pleasant people, and I fell in love. As for my mom, I was very ashamed to introduce her fiance, but I called him to visit. My mom knew that my boyfriend would come, so she wore the shortest dress with the widest neckline that showed her breasts, painted and put her hair. The most uncomfortable scene happened at the table. The groom looked at my mother and asked her what she was thinking about when a young man had a relationship with an elderly woman. He winked her. It was the lowest point. I don’t talk to my mom anymore, and my fiance is red at one thought of her.