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The Early Years

Hello again Writer here. I'm gonna tell you the wonderful tragedy that is my childhood. It's not actually that bad  but still. It all began one summer day in the late 90's where a beautiful baby boy was born. Healthy, strong, and the fifth child in a loving family.... And then I popped out. The unplanned sixth child born two minutes later and infected with jaundice. Since then every birthday was shared. Every picture included two. And every moment a competition. Being the youngest twin was already a unfortunate event but add that to being the youngest of 6 and life became a struggle. Meal time was a pain as food was stolen from the plates of the weak. But the more important treasure was the love and affection from our parents that we all clawed for. It didn't help that my father was the "quiet" type and my mom was the "fend for yourself you'll be fine even if you're still just a child" type. They loved us truly but in a way that didn't suit me so well.

We moved around a lot making it hard to make lasting friends. My mother also believed it was for the common good to homeschool my brother and I making it even harder to have a social life. I became shy and awkward. The only time I saw other children was a church and those kids were mean! Like crazy mean. I had one friend who stood by me throughout our childhood, and every other age of life untill we moved again and I lost that bond I had with her. By this time I became depressed without knowing it. But I mean I'm pretty sure like 60% of today's youth is crazy depressed so it not like that was a surprise. But I was very lonely and stayed that way for about two years cause we kept moving all over the U.S.A. but past that.

When I was 16 I rented my own apartment. (It wasn't great) and moved in a month later when I was 17.  Spending my birthday packing. In this new college town I met and married my husband. He's like the super coolest. And I have been married happily for almost 2 years. That's pretty much it. Now for the day to day stuff... Hold on to your butts.

-Writer.