Wednesday, February 15, 2012


When my mom was just a bit older than me, she got involved with this guy named Bill. He was abusive, physically, emotionally, and sexually. She ended up having two kids with him and giving both up for adoption for fear of what he'd do to them if she brought them home. One was a girl, and one was a boy. My sister, Molly, found us when she was seventeen and I was...eleven? We went up to South Dakota to see her, and then she came down to where we were living at the time to see us. I actually sprained my ankle when we went to see her. I think we have a picture somewhere of me being pushed around the zoo in a stroller >.<

Anyways, we haven't seen her in over five years, and she's currently on a plane to stay with us for a week and a half. I have mixed feelings. On one hand, I am beyond excited. I mean, she's my sister, and I love her, and I haven't seen her in forever. But on the other hand... First off, I am a momma's girl. Actually, no. I just love attention. And I know I'm going to get a lot less while my sister's here. It's understandable. But it seems like I haven't been getting attention from the people I really desire it from lately, and it's going to suck to add my mom to that list. Also, the fact that she's coming is kind of bittersweet, because she's going to leave next weekend. It's hard to look forward to something that's going to end. At least for me. And then my mom's going to be sad, and probably take it out on me, and ugh.

But we'll see. I'm currently trying to focus on just the excitement part.

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