The rabbits funeral "chapter 2"

The day Kym found out she was pregnant with me wasn't something to be celebrated, and not just because she was 16 but because Kym never wanted kids. She never wanted to be married or have a family to tie her down. She debated even telling my dad she was pregnant and just going to the clinic to take care of it.

She went to the clinic and for whatever reason couldn't go through with it. She told my dad that night. Randy was more than a little excited about it and asked my mom to marry him. Kym declined and told him she wasn't going to be saddled with a baby AND a husband.  After alot of pressure from both sides of the family my mom caved and agreed to get married.


When Kym was just three months along with me both the families got together and drove to Vegas for Kym and Randy's wedding. Kym was in her hotel room with her best friend getting ready.......which included getting completely shit faced drunk. She was so drunk her best friend had to help hold her up when they were  saying there vows. Kym told me she laid in bed for a week after the wedding crying because her life was over.

Kym's pregnancy with me was pretty uneventful, thanks to her mom, my dad's mom (step mom but she was really my dad's mom seeing that his real mom had been MIA since he was 17 and not really involved before that) and my dad's grandmother she made it to all of her Dr's appointments, ate right and stayed active.

During her pregnancy however my dad's drinking problem started to present itself . It had always been there but he was good at hiding it from her. Randy was dishonorably discharged from the Navy and thanks to his father was able to get a boiler maker job with the union.  Many nights Kym would go to bed alone not knowing where Randy was, not knowing if he was safe, and part of her didn't really care. More than once Kym had to ask family for money to pay the rent because Randy had literally drank away his entire paycheck.  By the time Kym was 9 months pregnant she was 17 and was completely clueless what she needed to do and Randy was either at work or drunk or both at the same time, they had nothing ready for me. No crib, carseat, clothes, bottles,  not one single thing you would need to bring home baby and the time was Coming fast.