They are already doing better than some.
Yeah, they are doing great. Still both teenagers, and one still a minor, with jobs flipping burgers for minimum wage, and they’ve “bought” a rent-to-own shed to live in without basic plumbing or heat or a kitchen or anything. Neither one owns a car. She’s pregnant and they are not married. They’ve known each other for a matter of weeks. She had another boyfriend as recently as late August.
The truth is that they face a seriously steep uphill battle. I hope they do fine. I doubt they will.
In today’s society, 46 percent of teen marriages will end in divorce before reaching their 10th year.
But this was written by a woman who is married, yes, with an “intact” family. Wow, she’s great, ain’t she? She has a husband.
Here they are, the happy couple.
And that is the “kitchen” the children built because that lazy good-for-nothing piece of shit standing there in his filthy clothes looking at his phone does almost nothing else except eat, fuck, and sleep.
But Nicole is all proud.
She didn’t even marry him until after she’d had several children. Six, I think? Somebody correct me if I’m wrong. And he, of course, had one by another woman while estranged from Nicole for a while. So doesn’t that mean that Joe has children by two different mothers? Why is that different from having children by two different fathers? Why does Nicole even bring that up, except to imply that having children by different fathers means that the neighbor is a whore? That is, of course, what she is wanting us to understand.
And she works at a gas station.
Unlike Joe, who does not work, and cannot keep a job even if he had one. Unlike Nicole who works washing dog butts and “owns her own business,” but only because Pace Ellsworth loaned her the money for reasons only he understands (she could not possibly get a loan for anything at a bank – she and Joe can’t even get the electricity turned on).
Please tell me what is wrong with working at a gas station.
And please explain to me why it is different that the neighbor is living with her parents, while the kid and girlfriend are also living on his parents’ property, albeit in a different shed.
Yet, with this history, Nicole has the gall to criticize the neighbor, to act like somehow her 17-year-old, who knocked up the very first girl he could find once he got some limited freedom from the Blessed Little Shithole, is doing “better than some.”
But here is the real question.
What is all this about marriage? To get married, you go down to the courthouse (gasp!) and get a license (double gasp!)
You get a license. You get permission from the state.
Why is that a virtuous thing to do, Nicole? Why is it a pejorative if the neighbor is not currently married? Why are you such a hypocrite?