I’ve been getting a kick out of the last nine months. My cousin (18) and her baby daddy (14) are expecting. I’ve watched this train wreck with so much amusement and I’m thrilled it’s the gift that keeps on giving. If my mom knew about the screenshots I’ve been taking and all the jokes, she’d be pretty pissed. But, really, she only keeps up the “we’re so happy for her and her little bundle” routine like everyone else has been.
Looks like she’ll be having her burden to the taxpayers in a matter of days. I guess that’s where the real fun starts. She couldn’t be more unprepared for this and I’m an a****** for enjoying the whole thing. Yet, at the same time, it’s poetry. Her mother never treated her for her diagnosed bi-polar disorder, never made her go back to school, and never cared enough to educate her about safe s** practice. And, you know what? I bet she’s pregnant again soon after this kid. I don’t doubt it at all.
