I love my son, of course, so what he wanted really did make sense, it really did.
I've lived in Cleveland all my life, born here, grew up here, dated, got married, had a baby, David, he goes by Davie, then divorced his son of a bitch dad who was fucking every woman in town but me. That was seven years ago. Since then, I've seldom dated and when I did, the guys never seemed to pan out. So, Davie and I live in a small bungalow, he's seventeen now and I'm forty-one. He's...Read On