Event - In the early days of birth control pills, they weren't as effective as they are today. My conception was the result of just such a failure. Due to my existance, my father couldn't afford to get the PhD he always dreamed of. Because he never got the PhD, he never realized his career ambitions. And to top it off, I was the runty little book-worm son that every father dreads having. All I ever heard growing up was how they couldn't afford me, and what a burden I was on the family.
Apology - I'm sorry The Pill failed and I was created. I'm sorry I wasn't a girl like you would have prefered if you were going to be saddled with another kid anyways. I'm sorry I didn't turn out big and tall like my older brother. I'm sorry I never had the aptitude for higher mathematics or desire to buckle down and learn it which would have allowed me to become a medical doctor like you told everyone I was going to be. I'm sorry I took the easy route of trade school and just became an electrician. I'm sorry that even though I own my own company, you still consider me a failure. I'm sorry my brother wound up with only daughters for kids and that I can't give you a grandson to carry on the family name, but I had a vasectomy at age 19. I'm sorry that I ruined your life with mine, and will never be able to be the kind of son you wanted.
