“You might have fathered six kids, but you sure as shit didn’t raise them.” “Joey,” Marie choked out, looking anxious. “Please don’t go there.” “And you sure as shit didn’t mother us,” he snapped, tone laced with accusation as he glared at his mother. “Darren raised me and Shannon. Not you, and not him. Darren raised us—until your husband literally drove him out of the fucking country. And then, all of the raising was left to me. So, don’t fucking sit there and pretend that I’m incapable of being a good father to my kid when that’s exactly what I’ve been doing for yours since I was twelve!”
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