My half brother was born in January, my sister was born in September of the same year. My half brother's mother got mad at my pops once, so she came to our house at 1:00am, rang the doorbell, jumped in her car and left; leaving my half brother on our porch. He was two years old at the time. My pops brought him in the house, and my mom went nuts. Pop's was like, "What am I supposed to do, she just left him out there."
My mom was like, "I don't give a fuck what you do, but he ain't staying here..." So Pops put on some clothes and took my half brother back to his mother. Moms divorced him after that. I remember an attorney came to the house to speak with them about the divorce etc... When o'le boy left, Pops was all sad and shit. He asked her, "Why do you want a divorce?" I'm like 10 years old, and in my head I'm like, "Dude, are you fucking for real, asking her that?"