Sometimes

She looked at me, speechless, and just shifted her eyes from me to the e-mail. I read it, and instantly my curiosity became anger. I shouldn’t be mad, and I shouldn’t care, but why? It’s not my business, but I have to voice my opinion sometimes...

How the heck could somebody screw their lives up that much?
How could they have so much disregard?
Do they not care?
You already got pregnant once.
You were 18.
What the hell are you thinking?
You hardly take care of your son. He’s always with your parents.
You’re not trying.
And, what are you, 20 now?
You’ve been smoking and drinking?
And you think that just because you remembered to give him a frickin’ bath
That you know about parenting and
You’re doing okay?
You were drinking! You’re not even 21!
Now, you’re pregnant again?
For some people, they mess up, but they try their hardest and
Figure out their lives
Before they try again.
You two?
I don’t think so.
You’re pregnant.
Imagine the life these two kids will have.
Imagine it.
They’ll never get extra stuff at home,
Their mom will be passed out on the couch
And how old will they be?
Can they feed themselves?
The first one’s been taught to say
Dirtbag
Instead of
Dad.
What the hell are you thinking?
You got a restraining order on this man,
For what, I don’t know.
I don’t want to.
But, you went out and got pregnant
From him
Again?
I know this isn’t my business, and I shouldn’t care,
But this is frickin’
Messed
Up.
Shit,
Do you have to do this?
I hadn’t even sworn before this, and
You’ve got me going so bad.
I want to scream!
This is killing me!
I shouldn’t care.
But I do.
What the hell are you thinking?