I grew up in a Jamaican Ghetto. When I was ateenager, my mom made me find boyfriends that could support us both financially. Finally, I met one who wanted to be a singer, and my mom told me to trap him with a kid so that he would support us. Unfortunately, his mom gave him the chance to go abroad, so there wasnt much I could do. I didnt love this guy, but my mom kept pushing me to marry him, so I threatened that he wouldnt be able to see our child if he didnt, and so he finally did. But he never lived here. I felt kind of bad, because it wasnt even a real marriage, and I wanted to marry someone I chose. Anyways, the child died accidentally. A few weeks passed before I even told him the child died. So he came out here for the funeral etc. My mom, again kept prodding me to get another kid before he left, and even though I didnt want to, I had to try to do somehow. Eventually, he gave in, but told me it was over, so that made me feel even worse about myself. I had the other child, and now
2006-09-20
01:26:08
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Dara C
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Marriage & Divorce