Bla Stories

When I was fifteen my mother left my dad and me. It wasn’t her fault; my dad was such a hound dog. As much as my mom and I wanted to live together, she told me that she had almost no money, seeing as how my dad made her sign a pre-nuptial agreement when they got married, leaving her with little money of her own. My mom and I are still really close and we typically see each other at least once a week. Within a year my dad...