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>My mom has always been pretty. Actually, from what I’ve been told, pretty is an understatement. Men fell over her. But she never seemed to choose the men worthy of her attention. And even back then, my mom had issues with the law. One night, she made the decision to break probation by spending an evening in a hotel with her then boyfriend. What she thought was a romantic getaway turned into a nightmare. She learned that her boyfriend’s intentions for this little randevu was actually a setup to let his friends have sex with her. She understandably was pissed upon learning this and stormed out. This is when she found a party going on in the hotel lobby and quickly made friends… specifically hit it off with two men. I mean, duh. She was a knockout. She had one drink… and then it was morning and she was awake and alone in an empty hotel room.
>This was the night I was conceived.
>I was 12 when I learned I was a product of rape. At the time, I had already been living with my new foster family and my mother had just finished serving a three-year prison sentence. I was finally allowed to see her. We met in a park. I remember walking with her, almost in disbelief that I was with her again. I missed her so much. She told me she wanted to tell me a story. We walked towards a gazebo while making small talk. I vividly remember seeing a used tampon lying on the ground and made a fuss about it. I had just started my period for the first time right before seeing her and – she should have been there for that moment. She missed the moment I became a woman.”
>This was the night I was conceived.
>I was 12 when I learned I was a product of rape. At the time, I had already been living with my new foster family and my mother had just finished serving a three-year prison sentence. I was finally allowed to see her. We met in a park. I remember walking with her, almost in disbelief that I was with her again. I missed her so much. She told me she wanted to tell me a story. We walked towards a gazebo while making small talk. I vividly remember seeing a used tampon lying on the ground and made a fuss about it. I had just started my period for the first time right before seeing her and – she should have been there for that moment. She missed the moment I became a woman.”
