My Children
All along I thought my children were different. Drastically different. My daughter a senior in college and my son released from prison in 2017. My daughter working and paying her bills, my son bouncing from job to job. My daughter renting an apartment and my son bouncing from state to state. My daughter appearing stable and responsible. My son grossly irresponsible, racking up speeding tickets, fines, and court dates for minor traffic infractions. My daughter no children or the desire to have any. My son, at one point, having 3 different girls claiming him as the father. Then one day I get a call from my daughter, a disturbing call, she is upset, overwhelmed, tired of over achieving, feeling as though our family expects her to succeed in everything she is involved with. I leave immediately for a visit with her, we sit down and have dinner. She looks across the table at me and holds her head down, I ask what is it? What has you so upset I ask her? After a few moments, she explains if I