It's amazing how long things will go un-updated when people get caught up in their lives.
This last summer has been insane on about 20 different levels. Many of my friends have gone off to college.
I decided to stay home. I never suggest to anyone to do this. All I have really done is spend away all my money and gotten completely frustrated with myself. The inactivity is driving me nuts more than I thought it would.
But now, for the wonderful overshare thought of my day.
My mother was 18 and a recent high school grad when she had me. Since I was born in November, that means she became pregnant in February, when she was 17.
My father was 28.
To this day, I don't know how my parents met or when they got married. It's something that has bugged me my entire life, and something I'll probably never know. When my parents divorced it was extremely messy and painful. Neither of them will talk about the other without swearing or getting extremely angry.
I don't understand why it bugs me so much that I don't know this about my parents. I think it may be time for me to attempt to do a little research on my own. I just don't exactly know where to start.
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