8th grade I went to a basketball game with a classmate. A boy that liked me was there, but he was Catholic. My classmate told him I was hot for him and to make his move, she would get me outside at halftime.

She abandoned me and he showed up, and I ended up without p****** in a janitor’s closet. He left his calling card in me, a Catholic baby.

I had to get married, live at his house, have another baby. Catholics do not believe in interfering with God’s plan, I had five babies by the time I turned 21.

I’m Catholic now, and so are my children. A far cry from being Mormon, except for all the babies.