When I met my boyfriend, I knew he had children. I knew their ages and knew their names but I didn't know them. When he and I met, it wasn't supposed to end up how it has; it was supposed to be friends and then everything else happened. We somehow started a family, a very broken and messed up family but a family nonetheless.
I never wanted a family. Well, let me take that back: I never wanted to be a parent. Not because I don’t love children and I don’t love the idea of creating life or sharing life, but because I believe myself to be unfit.
I grew up in a small town, in an even smaller part of said town. My days consisted of reading, teaching myself to use the computer, and watching Jeopardy with my family at dinner. My school was predominantly white, lower-middle class, "rednecks" with the occasional goth or rich kid thrown in for fun. The minority of my school population was less than my graduating class of 150 out of 600. I grew up around white people, I hung out with white people, and I was forbidden to date anyone other than a white male. Then came college.