Problem Child
More than any one other thing, I blame my husband Donald. We got married at 18. I was pregnant with our first by 19. We were young, but we had each other and had known each other since middle school. Donald was reasonably smart and more importantly he was steady. He studied early and late, he got straight A's, and he went for a financial career after high school and graduated a year early. Our parents supported us until he graduated, and Donald went to work for the local grocery mega-chain. It...
Incest