Mother and son share a bed
My name is Jason. I’m 18 years old and I live with my Mom, Laura, in a small, one-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a building that has seen better days. She has the bedroom and I sleep on the sofa, which pulls out into a bed. It’s not my Mom’s fault we live there, it’s my Dad’s fault. She met him when she was 19. I was born right after she turned 20. He left us high and dry when I was 2 years old. It’s just as well. She said he wasn’t around much, anyway. It’s been … Read more