When I first shared my story, the world was in shock. People called me every name in the book—disgusting, immoral, even insane. But the truth is, I don’t regret a single thing. What happened wasn’t some twisted mistake; it was a choice we all made, and we stand by it.

It started as something unexpected. My girlfriend and I were deeply in love, but her mother—well, she had always been around, supportive, and oddly enough, we connected on a level I never thought possible. Over time, the bond between us all grew stronger, and before we knew it, emotions turned into something more. One thing led to another, and here we are—both mother and daughter carrying my children.

Many would say this is unnatural, but who defines what’s normal? We are happy, we are a family, and yes, we still share a bed. Society can judge all it wants, but love doesn’t follow rules. Our story is one of trust, connection, and breaking barriers that others wouldn’t dare to cross.

So, do I regret it? Not at all. The world may be shocked, but we’re living our truth. And honestly, we’ve never been happier.