I saw how people would treat me when I'm by myself versus when my parents were there. And I also knew that our house wasn't one that talked about race or talked about issues or problems more broadly. And again, instinctively, as a black boy, I didn't think they would believe me.
I felt like that moment represented like a kind of original sin, that my success, my flourishing, my everything came from my mother's decision to take me, which was a decision that also involved leaving him behind. So, I felt guilty for being the chosen one.
By the next morning he had packed his bag, said that he did not want any part of our life together, including custody of our children, and then he walked out um and left the island and became someone I did not recognize.
You know, it is like the millennial generation I feel that has said openly, I don't want to have children, but also finding that conversation difficult to have with their parents who expected to be a grandparent.
5mo ago
Underscored — save the words that stop you in your tracks.
