I’ve learned recently that the pipeline to all the good gossip in my family goes right through my 81 year old grandmother. My favorite parent is not related to me biologically or by marriage. I have a favorite sibling and a least favorite sibling. The least favorite sibling is very clear of her status. I’m more than a little surprised that each of my biological parents have made it to their current ages (56 & 57)… considering the excess of their younger years. Three of the men in my family have gotten married on their 21st birthdays. I learned a few months ago that everyone in my family thinks I’m the “favorite”. My real dad and all of his family favor my half brother and half sister to me and my full sister. My half brother and half sister were his step children for about 2 years, more than 30 years ago. My generation is so far the only one in my family that doesn’t have a kid named David or William. I’ve never met another person with my mom’s first name, but I’ve recently discovered a species of tree that shares it. I was named after an actress. My sister was named after everybody else. My mom’s first husband couldn’t read. Her second husband couldn’t be nice. Her third husband couldn’t stop drinking. She’s doing really well on her own, but I don’t think she likes it very much.
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