My parents were not married to each other when they conceived me. However, my father did the "honorable" thing and married my mother after she realized she was pregnant. They did not have a fancy wedding — they just eloped to Las Vegas for a weekend. But they were miserable together — Dad was an alcoholic and Mom has depression. They either fought or gave each other the silent treatment. I cannot remember them ever being loving towards each other. They stayed together for almost 30 years till Dad left Mom for a barmaid. Dad lived with that woman until his death in 2014.
I often feel my parents should not have conceived me. My existence trapped them in a terrible marriage that should have never been. I do my best to compensate for this feeling by planning to do extraordinary things (write novels that will become at least minor classics, I hope!). Thus, I hope to perpetuate my memory for future generations. If people read my books and read about me, that will have made my life worth living (even if I ultimately ctb).