Mother teaches her son that growing up can be a good thing.
Enjoy...
************
I still vividly remember when all of the trouble started with my son, Anthony, Jr. I remember it, in part, because it was my son's 12th birthday.
No, I didn't start sleeping with him when he was 12, you perverts! Yes, I have slept with my son, but that was years later when he was 22 and...look, we are getting ahead of ourselves here. Let me go back.
It was my son's 12th birthday when my husband, we called him Big Anthony, left. I was a relatively young mother for someone with a 12-year-old, only 32. My husband was older, 45. I guess I had always known that Big Anthony was sort of resentful about Anthony Jr. He wasn't planned. This whole marriage wasn't planned. Big Anthony worked part-time for my dad at
