By the time I was 14, I was living with my mom in a relatively poor suburb of Philadelphia. Our apartment block was fairly typical of the area – each home was pretty cramped and largely occupied by single moms with youngish children.
We had been in our apartment maybe a year when the one next door came vacant and eventually a mom with a young boy of maybe six or seven moved in. I had known for some time by now that I was more attracted to the same sex than otherwise and I developed a big crush on this woman.