Lucy

I was very lucky because it was so safe that we were all able to ride our bikes constantly. It was very flat. Like even at age three, I was allowed to be outside by myself riding my bike. And I had a difficult childhood. It was not easy. My family is kind of like a sociological experiment, is what my siblings and I joke about, because we're all so far apart in age.

I mean, the eldest is Gen X, and then the youngest is Gen Z. And then we have a brother who is seven years older than me. And then I have another brother who is seven years younger than me. My mom calls it the seven-year itch. That dynamic alone is very interesting. And we're not, a lot of people think like, oh, well, that's typical because they remarry and have step sisters.

I mean, the eldest is Gen X, and then the youngest is Gen Z. And then we have a brother who is seven years older than me. And then I have another brother who is seven years younger than me. My mom calls it the seven-year itch. That dynamic alone is very interesting. And we're not, a lot of people think like, oh, well, that's typical because they remarry and have step sisters.

I mean, the eldest is Gen X, and then the youngest is Gen Z. And then we have a brother who is seven years older than me. And then I have another brother who is seven years younger than me. My mom calls it the seven-year itch. That dynamic alone is very interesting. And we're not, a lot of people think like, oh, well, that's typical because they remarry and have step sisters.

No, like my siblings were full, had the same exact parents. And it's like we've experienced our parents through different generations. And that creates an interesting dynamic as well. My mom was not a great mom. She was very difficult and not very affectionate. My dad and I actually did have a good relationship when I was young, but he was gone all the time.

No, like my siblings were full, had the same exact parents. And it's like we've experienced our parents through different generations. And that creates an interesting dynamic as well. My mom was not a great mom. She was very difficult and not very affectionate. My dad and I actually did have a good relationship when I was young, but he was gone all the time.

No, like my siblings were full, had the same exact parents. And it's like we've experienced our parents through different generations. And that creates an interesting dynamic as well. My mom was not a great mom. She was very difficult and not very affectionate. My dad and I actually did have a good relationship when I was young, but he was gone all the time.

And then my mom would actively poison that relationship. She would pointedly make stuff up or exaggerate things that I had done while he was gone so that he wouldn't feel as affectionate towards me. Sorry, I feel like I'm in a therapy session right now. It just always felt like she was trying to pin us against each other.

And then my mom would actively poison that relationship. She would pointedly make stuff up or exaggerate things that I had done while he was gone so that he wouldn't feel as affectionate towards me. Sorry, I feel like I'm in a therapy session right now. It just always felt like she was trying to pin us against each other.

And then my mom would actively poison that relationship. She would pointedly make stuff up or exaggerate things that I had done while he was gone so that he wouldn't feel as affectionate towards me. Sorry, I feel like I'm in a therapy session right now. It just always felt like she was trying to pin us against each other.

And this is something that after talking to my sister Jennifer as adults, she has also said is very true. My mom didn't want my dad to love us as much as she wanted him to love her. When I would reach for her hand to hold it, she would pull it away. Yeah. Yeah. I mean, we were beaten physically. I had to pick out my switch from the yard.

And this is something that after talking to my sister Jennifer as adults, she has also said is very true. My mom didn't want my dad to love us as much as she wanted him to love her. When I would reach for her hand to hold it, she would pull it away. Yeah. Yeah. I mean, we were beaten physically. I had to pick out my switch from the yard.

And this is something that after talking to my sister Jennifer as adults, she has also said is very true. My mom didn't want my dad to love us as much as she wanted him to love her. When I would reach for her hand to hold it, she would pull it away. Yeah. Yeah. I mean, we were beaten physically. I had to pick out my switch from the yard.

There was a fiberglass rod from a tent that she used to hit us with. One time, this is probably, this is like the silliest one that you can include that isn't so dark, but I was a dancer. I did competitive dancing as a child. And one of the girls lived on the same, like in the same neighborhood as us. And we were driving by her house and my mom was like, wow, she's so beautiful.

There was a fiberglass rod from a tent that she used to hit us with. One time, this is probably, this is like the silliest one that you can include that isn't so dark, but I was a dancer. I did competitive dancing as a child. And one of the girls lived on the same, like in the same neighborhood as us. And we were driving by her house and my mom was like, wow, she's so beautiful.

There was a fiberglass rod from a tent that she used to hit us with. One time, this is probably, this is like the silliest one that you can include that isn't so dark, but I was a dancer. I did competitive dancing as a child. And one of the girls lived on the same, like in the same neighborhood as us. And we were driving by her house and my mom was like, wow, she's so beautiful.

And I went, mommy, am I beautiful? And she went, no, honey, you're just cute. So for a long time, I hated the word cute. And it's just things like that, that, you know, just start to like wiggle into yourself, your subconscious and your self-confidence and just siphon it away. Because if your own mother is telling you, no, you're not beautiful. You're just cute.

And I went, mommy, am I beautiful? And she went, no, honey, you're just cute. So for a long time, I hated the word cute. And it's just things like that, that, you know, just start to like wiggle into yourself, your subconscious and your self-confidence and just siphon it away. Because if your own mother is telling you, no, you're not beautiful. You're just cute.

And I went, mommy, am I beautiful? And she went, no, honey, you're just cute. So for a long time, I hated the word cute. And it's just things like that, that, you know, just start to like wiggle into yourself, your subconscious and your self-confidence and just siphon it away. Because if your own mother is telling you, no, you're not beautiful. You're just cute.

It starts to really wear away at your soul. I think we each with our own personalities handled our parents very differently, but specifically my mom. My sister was always dating somebody to get out of the house and be away. My older brother was always just out of the house with friends or he would, he was the golden child.