Confessions Of A Midwest Mom—My First Young Man
When the neighbor's son has a lot going for him
I still remember the first young man I slept with well. I had just finished breastfeeding my firstborn a month before and was feeling very depressed. My husband, who had always loved me, had been under a lot of stress at work, and a baby is the hardest thing in the world to deal with when it's just one person. I give nothing but respect to the single moms out there. He was the neighbor's son, Adam, an eighteen-year-old wh...