But still, it also wasn’t her fault either.She’d been older, yes, but she’d also been the one left holding the baby while he was still figuring out how to be a man. She’d paid for everything, housed him, supported him through school, and then watched him become this calm, distant professional who was now asking for a divorce, even after she’d given up pieces of herself for his sake.Yes, she wasn’t innocent, but she wasn’t the villain I’d painted her as in my head either. She was just… human. “You were a kid,” I let out finally. “A fucking kid, Paul. Fifteen. I somehow get why she doesn’t want to let you go and why you can’t push her off completely but none of that makes you a bad person.”He didn’t answer right away, and when he eventually did, his voice was low and rough around the edges.“I did resent her for keeping the baby in the beginning,” he admitted with a soft chuckle. “I felt trapped by the baby’s existence and by a future I was not ready for, and by a woman who had ev
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