Here I am wondering...actually I've wondered this for many, many, many years.
 
I'm the fifth Annie in my maternal family. There are three generations of Annie's that have found pain and discord in their love. How can lovely love go so wrong and for three generations?

Annie of 1912...

Annie Young was a twin born to a large family. Her twin, Ida and her were not close, or so it seems. Ida went to work for the new space mission. She edited the mathematics and grammar of the first astronauts. But, I know less of Annie. I just knew Annie died relatively young of some cancer.

And, then one day I was talking to my mother and I find out that Annie gave birth to a child, a girl and my mother had met her. Annie was not married and gave the child up for adoption. In Georgia in the 1940's I can only imagine that Annie was cut-off from her family- deliberately- and that is why I know nothing of her.

Annie of 1942...

Then, my Aunt Annie also gave birth out of wedlock. Her biggest problem (at first while her mother was alive) was that the father was African-American.  She had fibros in her uterus and was basically told it'd be impossible for her to give birth due to the extensive clots. One was a cantaloupe size. Thus, the impossible happened and Katie was born. I did not meet Katie or Aunt Annie until I was eleven.

Annie of 1966...

I have become a parent in 1994. I broke up with JL's dad in 1995 and have been on my own raising her since. My love affair with him was probably the best and the worst in my life. Basically, before him I dated lots and never wanted anything much. But, when I met Jesse I was hit by a strange force that allowed me to give up my friends just as he wished and I was abused: verbally, physically and sexually. So, I'm glad I left him.

 It just is odd that three generations of Annie's on the maternal side all had unwed babies. The circumstances were all different and I think my situation is the easiest due to my income, my age, and my ability to find good in all things (except Jesse).