At least they get maternity leave!
Josho, you are so naive and judgement. Let me present to you this scenario.
It is winter. November. It is freezing cold and your Mum is pregnant with you. Fuck knows where your Dad is. In the pub, in the bookies pissing away his dole money, dead... who knows.
It's winter, the snow is falling and it is icy cold. Your Mum is skint. She is unemployed because the economy shows no signs of picking up and all the skanks and fatties down the council estate have taken the jobs available in Poundland.
The bills are piling up. Mummy is 3 months behind on her rent and the landlord is threatening to kick her out on the streets. But first, Southern Electric are coming around tomorrow to cut the gas supply. She has maxed out her overdraft and the only thing left to eat in the fridge is a slice of dairylea cheese. Because she is not spending any money on food, you, her fetus, is more like a seahorse because you are malnourished.
Your Mum is utterly screwed. But fear not. Her savior has come.
Me. A fat bastard with an anus so hairy it's like I have an afro in my butthole.
I knock on her door and she answers. I give her one of my filthy, leering smiles, I thrust my crotch lewdly in her direction and I brandish £200 in notes and make her a kind offer.
'Suck me todger, let me thrust me knob balls deep in your preggo fanny and let me suck the milk out of those juicy preggo tits of yours and these 200 smackers can be all yours.'
So tell me. What should your Mum do?
Get kicked out of her apartment by her unscrupulous landlord onto the freezing cold streets of London where all the other tramps live, because she has no one else to help or support her? Should she also starve and, in turn, make you the seahorse in her belly starve, because she has no cash for even a kit-kat? Should she suffer, suffer, suffer and have many more months of hardship and suffering ahead of her?
Or should she suck me todger for £200?