My parents were married when I was born. They divorced when I was six years old. I have a sister that is four years younger than me. My mom moved around within the small town where we lived. I recall having eight different addresses before I was 12. Each one had a...
I was raised in a divorce shared-custody structured household. If you ask my parents separately who raised me, they would each say they were responsible. My parents decided that No Fault Divorce was the best thing for our “family” when I was less than one year old. I...
I was raised in a Christian family by a loving Christian couple in the 90’s and early 2000’s. In the Midwest where there is a church on every corner, we grew up going to a Christian school and supportive church. It was in my early teenage years when divorce started to...
When I was just a toddler, my mom married my stepfather. She had just dissolved her marriage with my biological father mere months earlier. My stepfather brought 3 of his own children to the marriage. He had been divorced from their mother. My baby brother was a...
My purpose in writing this is to explain some of the pain I have experienced by not having my mother and father raise me. I hope my story can be a cautionary tale for anyone considering sex outside of traditional marriage. In no way do I advocate for abortion. I am...
My parents were young when they married. They were both 17. My mother was still in high school and pregnant. She graduated but my dad didn't. He worked in the oilfield in Oklahoma and made great money when times were good. I was their only child. I'm 41 years old now...
I was born into a family of famous gay pagan authors in the late Sixties. My mother was Marion Zimmer Bradley, and my father was Walter Breen. Between them, they wrote over 100 books: my mother wrote science fiction and fantasy (Mists of Avalon), and my father wrote...
My father has been married five times. My mother was his second wife. According to my father, I am responsible for the destruction of his third and fourth marriages because “I had not accepted the death of my mother.” I only have one memory of my birth mother. For...
I was nine years old when my parents told me they were getting a divorce. I was coming home from summer camp. I’d had a horseback-riding accident at camp and fell on my arm. I needed to see a doctor. My parents picked me up together. I told them about my arm, but they...
I grew up with an amazing family. My dad is a loving, tender dad and has always been a good provider for his family. My mom was a nurturing, intelligent, and fun-loving stay-at-home mom who gave everything for her kids. I’m glad she was a dedicated mom during our...