I had my kids when I was in my early 20's. I had a friend from childhood that had her kids around the same time I had mine. We were not ready for kids. We were still wild and did things I am not proud of. I woke up one day and decided to change. I quit the drugs and party life, moved and settled down.
Through the years I would see old friend when we would go and visit that town, she was still wild and her kids of course became the same way. Her son's that used to play with my oldest son,had stated doing drugs with their mom when they hit teens and dropped out of school.
My oldest is now in his last year of high school. Getting ready for college in the fall which he is paying for himself. I am so proud of the kid I raised. My old friends son found me on facebook and he is the same age as my son. He was talking about his new baby and how he now had two. He just got out of jail and other things like that. My heart just breaks for him. The only thing I kept thinking was he was such a sweet, smart boy when he was younger. I friended him on facebook and let him know I had missed him and his siblings and he could talk to me.
I know this is gonna come back and bite me in the ass. I really don't care. I feel so bad how different those kids are compared to mine. I am now really angry at old friend.
OK my vent is over.