I don’t give two shits about his backstory like I really don’t care. Like this man been pissing me off since day one. They could’ve cut his stomach open and made him scrub the floors, clean of his blood while actively bleeding, on his hands and knees, and I still would not give a shit. I am just here for that baby. And I feel like this is gonna be one of those stories where they pop up with the ugliest damn baby you’ve ever seen you in your life.
And like no amount of trauma or a sad backstory equates to treating someone who has absolutely nothing to do with it like shit. Like you can’t be an ass for that reason. Everybody’s got their own story. And mental health problems. And we still gotta wake up go to school go to our jobs pay our bills and take care of our families. It’s crazy.

it’s honestly not time for his backstory and I really don’t give a fuck about it. Somebody call me back if the baby’s cute.