I voted "other".
I had a nutty, unstable childhood. My mom, who was abused by her parents her whole life, had my sister and brother. I was an "oops" baby after she had an affair with a married man. He walked out of her life, never to be seen again. She went to the abortion clinic and they started the procedure, but she freaked out and ran out of the office, saving my life.

One of the reasons she wanted the abortion was because the docs told her she might die if she gave birth again; she was born with a heart problem, can't remember what, exactly.
She died when I was four, so my sibs and I lived with my grandparents, the ones that emotionally abused her so horribly. They emotionally abused my sister, as well, who is 12 years older than me, but adored my brother, who is 14 years older than me, maybe because he was a boy?

: I was the "baby", spoiled rotten and given everything my heart desired...
my brother went off to college, and my crazy sister married into a rich family... her hubby was very abusive and a coke addict. She gave birth to a little boy in 1990, and one year later, her DH committed suicide.
Shortly before that suicide, my grandfather died of cancer. I watched him waste away before my very eyes; he had to be fed from a tube and went from 300 pounds to, around, 120. After he passed, and my BIL passed, my sister and her one year old moved in with my grandma and I.
The day of the suicide, my grandma had a near-fatal heart attack. She died several months later, leaving my sister custody of me. I was 13. She and I both drank a lot; she was an alcoholic and I was frequently left alone to care for my nephew. She was extremely verbally abusive.
I really got into drugs and sex; I seduced a lot of older men and got heavily into philosophy, Jack Kerouac, Carlos Casteneda, The Grateful Dead, shamanism, paganism, etc... one of the men I seduced commited suicide, which is another story altogether...
shortly after, I got together with a guy when I was 15; he was 24 or something. I dropped out of school to be with him all the time. We fell madly in love, but he was a drug addict and an alcoholic. It was an abusive, crazy, drug-addled relationship from the start, and I broke up with him a year later. He died of a heroin overdose shortly thereafter.
I met my now-DH at a music festival when I was 17. He was in his late 20's. We moved in together, as my sister was nuts and we despised one another. We drove cross-country a bunch (he works for a band as a sound tech), and when I was 19, I was prego with DD. We bought a house, I had a homebirth - which was a totally empowering experience, and changed me forever as a woman - and BFd for two years, stopping only when I found out I was prego with DS, who I homebirthed in May. We are now a quite content, very spiritual, and very loving AP family.
There's my life. Got carried away there. Maybe I'll write a real novel one day

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