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There was once a teenage mother... me. I was 19 when I had my oldest son. He's almost 15 now. When his father and I split up, my son went to live with him, and so it's been for years.
He's the most amazing kid. He stands up for himself. He loves gaming, theater, and football, and he does all three in school. He's in the middle of all the social groups like I was in high school. He doesn't take any crap.
He stands up for me. I'm in a committed relationship with a woman, and have been for over 5 years. When I came out to him, it took him a while to get used to the idea. All of less than an hour. Anyone who says anything derogatory about homosexuals, lesbians, transgendered, etc... he defends with all he has.
It didn't start with me, it's just the way he is. We've always raised him to be respectful of other people and their lives, but haven't taught him to conform without questions and an intellectual process. He's been raised around all kinds of people and so doesn't think badly of "different" people. They are who they are.
Anyway, I digress... He still lives with his dad, and now his step mom too. They're moving to California this summer. I get it, I understand it, and I'm happy he has such an opportunity. But it hurts like hell. I just had to get that out. It hurts like hell. There is not any sort of "fit" on my part. Just a mother who's son is moving what feels like a world away. But he's going, and I support him... and them, in the decision.
Now I have to deal with my family's reaction to this news. I told them a couple of weeks back and haven't heard anything bad yet. I will, though. It's a ticking time bomb. Waiting... just waiting...