Sometimes, a mother needs to do whatever it takes to protect her son, even if it meant satisfying her son’s tormentors.
The sad truth was, there were two types of guys out there. There were nice boys, like my son, who was making his way towards me right now. Jamie was eighteen, awkward and sweet. Barely a man, but still hasn’t grown into his adulthood yet. He gets pushed around by the other type of men. Boys…
