Isn’t it funny that people always say that you’re going to marry your dad and become your mother, then you spend what seems like your whole life avoiding this scenario. The more the years go by I realize how true this really is and you know what, it’s not really a bad thing. You remember your parents as these evil beings that are solely put on this earth to ruin your life but now that I have little ones I understand their struggles. We struggle a lot these days with coming to terms that we’re starting to lose who we really are or were but maybe we are just transforming into different people – grown ups. We no longer have hobbies/ interests that we can delve into for hours at a time and our personal grooming cares have flown way out the window. But as long as we still love each other who cares about hairy legs right? Well maybe Carl does but he’s smart enough to stay quiet. Back to the point. I have turned into my mother and have married my father. I don’t really know much about the inner workings of my father but I do know that he loved/loves to sail and worked with his hands. He enjoys a simple life without materialistic things cluttering his life, much like Carl. As for my mum, she’s strong willed and if anyone tells her that she can’t do it she’ll turn around, punch you out, and prove you wrong 10 times over.
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FYI I’m the youngest of 3.
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