#Chapter27
Cayson David Gray
Lucille
My last pregnancy made me happy. This child made it more complicated for me. I had been sicker, crankier, and suffering worse than I ever did. They say every pregnancy is different. No shit.
Nine months of pure hell I endured with this child. That’s fine because they’ll get eighteen years of suffering with me.
Plus, I had two toddlers at home. Grayson worked, and when he wasn’t working, I let him deal with the devil’s children himself. He wanted babies. Well, he got them.
I love my kids, but I wasn’t blind to their bullshit. Parents run around talking about their kids and how darling they are. Let’s get some shit straight.
You carry kids for nine months and endure all the crap that goes with the pregnancy. Then you have another eighteen years putting up with their crap. Kids are like adults, except they’re a smaller version. They have attitudes like adults but can’t get a job yet.
