I didn’t live at home. I hadn’t since I was nineteen. I rented a one-bedroom apartment above the hardware store in Creston for five hundred and twenty a month.
I’d been paying my own way since I was nineteen. My own tuition. My own car insurance. My own
everything.
Nobody ever asked me how I was doing. Not really. Because I was always fine.
Brittany was different. Brittany was the baby.
She went to Iowa State. Mom and Dad paid. She had a sorority and a meal plan and a car they bought her for graduation. When she moved to Des Moines after college and got a job in marketing at an insurance company, Dad co-signed her apartment lease.Track Pregnancy
I’m not saying that to be bitter. I’m saying it because it’s true. She was the baby, and I was the one who was fine.
