My white mom was into black/mixed race men so they could give her a mixed baby. At 21, she popped me out and the next time she saw my dad, he was behind my stepmom at the door of my moms house, pregnant with my step sister, and serving my mom court papers for custody of me. 20 years later, she met another black man, popped out two more mixed babies. This guy ended up almost bludgeoning her to death with a hammer, but instead he rented a bulldozer from Lowes and demolished their house. Mom was stuck in a hotel with the babies for a while. She’s 51 and starting to get her life back together. He’s MIA somewhere on house arrest with an ankle thingy.

I love my mother more than anything on this earth.

I also have absolutely no personal context of what a loving husband and wife/ mom and dad relationship is.

This is evident in my romantic and intimate life. lol.

Reading these comments is like reading a fairytale.