Have you ever wondered what a person feels when one of the biggest mistakes he has ever made, but which has changed his life in an incredible way, enters through the door?

My name is Kathleen Bishop, twenty-six years old, Aquarius, a mistake of nature, according to my mother and director of Bishop's. Don't get my mother wrong, she loves me endlessly, she just thinks that if I was a little smarter, maybe I would be much happier. Why does she think I'm unhappy? Here I must sigh with a slight smile. The situation is as follows, at the age of twenty-one, I got drunk at a New Year's party and naturally, like any young and wild girl who has excessive freedom and opportunities, I made the mistake of sleeping with a complete stranger.
To be clear, I remember everything, including the man, I just don't know his name, who he is or how to find him. But, damn it, if I see him now, I can't help but recognize him. Because it's easy, I just have to look at my son, who is four years old by the way, to remember his father's face. Not that I would have forgotten it otherwise. That's like will woman forgets the sexiest, most magnetic and impossibly beautiful man on earth, even if she is drunk like a stick! His incredibly deep black eyes, charming smile, and two of the most divine dimples had been passed on to the next generation, and now I saw them in the morning when I woke up and in the evening before going to bed, every time I looked at Brian, my son.
When I found out I was pregnant, oh, what euphoria and fiasco! At twenty-one, at university and pregnant, alone, in general, a classic in the genre!
Imagine the following picture now - you are sitting in the luxuriously furnished mansion of your parents, who consider you incredibly innocent, meek and the embodiment of morality, and suddenly, while everyone is sipping their soup, part of the five-course dinner menu, the same you look your parents who adore you as a virgin future queen and with a flushed face, a heart threatening that if it jumps out, it will land somewhere on the dark side of the moon and an initial stage of nausea, you shake the following: "Mom, Dad, I want to tell you I'm pregnant, I plan to keep the child and no , I don't know his father's name, I was drunk! "....
Here is the part with the euphoria and fiasco. My father, a typical adventurer and child lover, the same as me, an eternal optimist, fell into an absolutely unadulterated joyful euphoria, incredibly happy to be a young grandfather who would play with his grandson or granddaughter while he or she is big enough to send him or her to the best university.
That was the euphoria, and now you will ask about the fiasco. That's right, my dear, tender and wonderful mother, who is the queen of drama, worthy of an Oscar. Well, my mother, this eternally skeptical woman, I don't know how they got married and still love each other, but it's a fact that she fell into something like a mixture of denial, hysteria, heart attack and insanity. And while one chattered and made plans for a nursery, a playground, private tutors, and the like, the other pulled his hair out that the life of the priceless porcelain queen had been ruined once and for all in the worst possible way. Just a charm, and I'm in the middle. How can I not love my parents when one teaches me that I can fly if I want to, and the other that before jumping off the roof of the tallest skyscraper, I must first make sure that the rope that will prevent me from smearing the pavement , is long enough and tightly tied.
Let's go back to my happy misfortune. I repeat, according to my mother, her opinion has nothing to do with mine, I just emphasize. So how can a twenty-six-year-old, successful business lady, single mother and with a poor social life,can be happy at all? A new clarification, my social life, again according to my mother, is poor because I don't go out six out of seven days a week! Personally, I think I am a perfectly settled woman, with a wonderful awake and smart son who fills my free time. I have no reason to be unhappy, do I? Life is a dream, I don't complain about anything, I don't look for anything more than that and I don't have dreams that I can't fulfill without someone else's help. Or so I thought until recently. But what will change my opinion and desires? Naturally, a nasty joke of fate!
And from the moment I sit in my office, on the top floor of Bishop's, reading an offer of cooperation from a construction company, and I forgot to say, Bishop's is a building materials company, so I read the offer while I also watch Brian chirping happily with the nanny on the couch in front of my desk and painting, not suspecting at all that my life would turn into a mixture of a latino series, with "hints" of 50 shades of gray and would fall under the power of the only man who could ever be called the master of my dreams.
Ah, how sweet is ignorance! If at that moment I knew what I would have to go through, how many times I would have to prove that I am more than a toy in someone's hands, that I am far from being as kind and submissive as they think I was, then I would jump through the window and end the storm that awaits me.
Yes but no! With my typical perseverance and love of adventure, I would throw myself upside down in a whirlpool. Why? Who knows, why not? Because otherwise my life wouldn't be interesting, because otherwise I wouldn't be me and I would never experience what awaited me. Will I be sorry, damn it, of course! Will I cry, there will be such moments, but rarely! I would like to strangle someone with my own hands, but of course I am too impulsive when it comes to my personality, which changes radically at work. Will I experience something amazing beyond all my ideas of what awaits me? This will be up to you to decide. But to make it clearer to you why it will be so amazing to me, I will tell you. According to my philosophy, I am an independent woman who depends solely on the desires and moods of the man she gave birth to, and no one will ever change that.
This, my friends, is my ignorance, and the offer I am holding at the moment is the reason why I am rethinking my point of view on the life of a single mother and an independent woman.
Therefore, my friends, have fun, the rest will depend on me and the damn games of this bitch Fate!