My parents had kids when I was 12 and 16 years old. So basically what you described, but my mom was physically disabled by then, and my dad was mostly absent, and I was in high school with a part time job. Cooked/cleaned/woke them up/put them to bed and all the in-between.
Sometimes I wonder why, and am ashamed, that I was suicidal and badly addicted by the time I moved out at 17, then sometimes like in this thread I am kind of proud of myself for surviving it.
I did eventually have a kid but in an arrangement with a couple lesbians, I get to be a part-time dad in my 40s and it’s pretty awesome.
My parents had kids when I was 12 and 16 years old. So basically what you described, but my mom was physically disabled by then, and my dad was mostly absent, and I was in high school with a part time job. Cooked/cleaned/woke them up/put them to bed and all the in-between.
Sometimes I wonder why, and am ashamed, that I was suicidal and badly addicted by the time I moved out at 17, then sometimes like in this thread I am kind of proud of myself for surviving it.
I did eventually have a kid but in an arrangement with a couple lesbians, I get to be a part-time dad in my 40s and it’s pretty awesome.
Im glad you made it through that and am still here today. That kid has to love and appreciate it too