My family is huge. Not huge like twelve kids all from the same parents, but Yours Mine and Ours huge. Okay, there are twelve kids, but not all are from the same parents. That's the key there. But we are just as crazy.
You may have figured out that my parents are divorced. To simplify the story, my parents divorced when I was young, later both of them remarried, and then all these kids appeared and over time I had like eleven siblings. Kinda weird how that happens.
At six years old, my limp, sleeping, figurative body was strapped into a roller coaster entitled "The Rest of Your Life", with the description stating "Everything is changing. Expect it to feel like a roller coaster. It's up and down. Sometimes it's great, and sometimes you're going to want to vomit. Just try not to retch all over your fellow passengers. Best of luck." The worst part about being put into a roller coaster in your sleep is that you have to wake up eventually, and I'm afraid that most of the Life Roller Coaster's passengers are asleep when they get in.
Another thing about roller coasters is that you get on when you're young, and it's kinda slow and there's just enough ups and downs to entertain you. But then something like divorce happens, and life is like "Surprise, you're not on the Dumbo ride in Disney Land anymore".
I ended up in this roller coaster next to my siblings, behind my parents, and in front of the people that I didn't know were going to be important roles in my life. I've been on this roller coaster so long that I now understand what it is, and I call it family.
Here are the names of each child by age:
Me (Emma)
Aidan (step mother's son)
Cameron (step father's son)
Scott (blood brother)
Eliza (blood sister)
Kellan (step mother's son)
Brigham (step father and blood mother's son)
Gabriel (step father and blood mother's son)
Blythe (step mother and blood father's daughter)
Georgia (step father and blood mother's daughter - stillborn)
Joli (step mother and blood father's daughter)
Amelia (step mother and blood father's daughter)
That's a long list. I have great relationships with all of them. My siblings and I are great friends. And despite the insanity of it all, it proves to be quite hilarious. Here is a story to prove it.
I was sitting on our couch scrolling through Pinterest (a massive weakness of mine) and Scott sits down on the back of the couch. Our couch has huge pillows that you can take off that we often use to make "nests" with. He began to fall in between the hard back of the couch and the pillow. This ended up being a very awkward position for both of us. But no matter, because even though awkward, it wasn't uncomfortable. He reached around me and grabbed my face from behind, covering my mouth. He had his sleeve covering his hand, so hopefully this wasn't too painful for him. With a bit of gymnastics on my neck's part, I bit down on his hand. So naturally, in retaliation, he bit down on my shoulder. We do things like this. We kept biting, our bites getting gradually tighter. The muffled "ow"s didn't deter our mutual will to deliver the harder bite. Finally, his teeth digging in my shoulder got too painful, so I relaxed my jaw's grip on his hand. We then examined the teeth marks. Even though it got painful, we were giggling the whole time.
That's just one example of how I am with my family. But that story displays more my relationship with Scott. Actually that perfectly portrays my relationship with him. It's awesome, and really entertaining. My family is really fun. I have a lot of stories about them in my pocket, and the only reason why you should know all of these things is so I don't have to explain my family every time I write about them. So when I post them, maybe you can read them, or something. I dunno, whatever.
