At 6 months old my Mother carried me through the jungles of south Vietnam under the cover of darkness eluding platoons of Vietcong to give me and my siblings a better life. I owe her everything and am not ashamed to say I’m a mamas boy. Cause if I wasn’t , she would have left me in the first ditch she saw to make her getaway much easier. Today is a bitter sweet day cause the mother of my son wants back in his life but he is holding in a lot of anger towards her and will not respond to her texts or phone calls. Yeah she did me dirty and screwed me over but that doesn’t mean he has to shut her out of his life. I guess at 16 years old, he knows what’s best for him. I just know what my mother means to me and I couldn’t imagine not having her in my life.
Anyways. Let’s fu*kin go boys