On our own

I never felt like a burden. She would tell me I could do whatever I wanted, be anything I put my mind to. Her love for me was unconditional.

Can’t say the same for the Grans. Even when I was very young, it was obvious they thought she made two mistakes. First getting pregnant and second, keeping me. To hell with them, we didn’t need them anyway.

As for him? You can’t miss what you never had. She deserved better, and so did I.

We didn’t have much, but we had love. We did it all, everything, on our own.

She never listened to us. We told her that boy was no good. He got her knocked up and abandoned her. How could I face the ladies at Wednesday Bunco. I was so embarrassed. Tried to tell her it would be best to get rid of it, but she said she wanted to keep the little bastard.

Ruined her life, she did. One bad decision after another. Never considered how it made us look.

Fine. You think you’re all grown up, adult enough to have sex and be a mother, then you can do it all, everything, on your own.

What was I supposed to do? I was just a kid too. If she’d have sex with me, who knows who else she was with. No other chicks got pregnant, how could I know she wasn’t just lying to trap me. I had a football scholarship on the line, I couldn’t give that up for some screaming brat.

She dropped out of school to raise the kid.

She could’ve got rid of it. I heard her parents offered to pay for it, but she was selfish and wanted to keep the baby, to do it all, everything, on her own.

This week’s 100 Word Challenge from Velvet Verbosity, was to take the story we wrote last week (All we need is love), and rewrite it from another character’s point of view.