Today, I feel like being a lot bolder and more blunt in this blog. There’s this thing that’s been bothering me for years, so here it goes. I hope I don’t get judged for being vulnerable and extremely open on this, but let’s be real—we’ve all had those “what was I thinking?” years.

Neither man is in my son’s life today because the bridge wasn’t just burned—it was nuked. They both carry so much regret and anger that if I were in front of them, I’d probably be unrecognizable from the heat of their rage. I caused a level of pain that turned two men into strangers to their own child.  […]The Truth, The Mess, and The DNA Test

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