My wife got pregnant when she was 19.
That’s the reason we got married at such an early age. She was an incredibly beautiful girl and dreamed of fame, so she saw having a child as a barrier to her dreams. As the years went by, I built an incredibly strong bond with our son, Jake, and my wife had some success in her acting career. Then, all of a sudden, she announced that she was pregnant again. She didn’t want this baby, but she had it anyway. When our second son, Kyle, was born, I felt a connection with him and took care of him as a nanny. My wife, in turn, ignored him as if he were not her child but an annoying talking doll. One day, I couldn’t take it anymore and yelled at her, “Lucy, for God’s sake! Can’t you at least pretend to be his mother?”
