Happy Accidents

Did your parents want you?
Did they love you from the start?

Mine didn't.

When I was about 5 my mother forgot to feed me, now it may have been due to her mental illness, but rumors of my accidental birth started to reach me at that point. I beat three forms of birth control and a vasectomy by a few days. My father missed the birth he was out having a good time, the doctor missed the birth, and I've often wondered if my mother didn't need to be there would she have shown up at all? Many was the time she forgot to pick me up, she's always forgotten my name but I'm quite used to 'thing-it-you'. I know she loves me, she just didn't want me. It took them three weeks to name me, you'd think with all that time they could have come up with something original, but no. I remind her of my birthday now, she's forgotten it a few times. My father I don't tell, I hardly see him, I practically dropped out of my life when I was eleven or so. I don't mind being an accident, they kept me so they must have loved me once, right?
No wonder I focus on logic and manipulation, emotions are beyond my reach.

Monopoly

It's raining again. I know I should be working, but I find myself drawn back to the games.
When I was a child I started collecting monopoly sets. Whenever a new type was released I'd snatch it up as quick as my little hands could reach it. I don't know why I collected them. When I was a child I used to play with my siblings, my brother had to win back then. Then when he left, I'd only play with my sister, but the second she'd notice she was loosing she would stop playing. So I stopped playing, I have every type of monopoly set and they've never been used, they just sit there as a painful reminder of my youth. I stopped being competitive after that, what's the point of winning all the time if no one will play against you?