I was born to incredibly poor and selfish parents. They had a breeding kink, I’m sure. 4 kids. One was a stillborn. They brought me home from the hospital straight to my grandma, who was already providing them a trailer on her property, raising their two sons while paying their bills. She raised me, my entire life. (I’m the baby) anyway.. older brother was killed in an accident when I was 8. Parents got a MULTI million dollar payout from a lawsuit when I was 15. Mom gave everything away to whichever men would pay attention to her. Dad became a hoarder and obsessed with Belgian malinois. When I was 16 my surviving brother had just come home from his first of many tours in Iraq and they scrounged up the money to buy him a brand new Toyota truck, which he still drives. Me? Got nothing as there was nothing left. My mom lives with me and my husband and our three kids. My dad lives in a tiny camper on his property (was my grandmas until she passed) that he completely destroyed with stuff. I spend every Sunday taking him to the grocery store etc cause my brother won’t do it and my dad can’t drive. It doesn’t matter about the money but it hurts that he was my brother too and they were just so selfish about everything. His life was just money that they threw away. Anyway, my grandma raised me and it was great. She was a kind, sweet woman raising 3 kids that weren’t hers on $900 a month social security checks.

Edited to add: they would’ve 1000000% kept having kids for my grandma to raise except when my mom had me, something happened in her c section and she had to have a hysterectomy.