So over the weekend, I was chatting with some friends about my blog and I used the words ‘trailer park’ to describe my life. My friends found this pretty funny and so do I, but its so true.
It totally reminds me of something I used to watch on Jerry Springer. The episode could be entitled; “That’s my baby daddy, b***h!’
Now I grew up far from a trailer park, and so did Warren. I was raised in a middle class family, and my brothers and I had pretty much everything we needed. Looking back, I remember when I first found out about the affair and other child, one of my first thoughts was that “Omg, I’m the perfect candidate for a trailer park!” And then I thought…”Do Chinese people live in trailer parks?”
Accepting the affair and the other child has been a very big pill to swallow. Before this all happened, I was definitely one of those people that would have said; “That will never happen to me!” Like most people, I grew up with visions of a perfect life ahead of me, instead I got this ‘trailer park’ life. I’ll be the first to admit its been a tough road, and every now and then we still hit a speed bump or two along the way, but despite it all, my ‘trailer park’ life is mine and there’s nothing I can do to change that. Its hard knowing that outsiders looking in will judge us, but someone on the outside looking in also can’t see how much love it took to keep us together, and how much happier we are now.
P.S. No offence to those living in trailer parks.













