Franken_bunny
I've spent 20 years being worried about how much taller I was than all the boys, and in 7 minutes I fell in love with a boy in a wheelchair.
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I've spent 20 years being worried about how much taller I was than all the boys, and in 7 minutes I fell in love with a boy in a wheelchair.
The cancer radiation nurse didn't think it was funny when I asked her about the possibility of developing super powers.
She never invited me to her father's funeral because she didn't think I knew him well enough but I never told her that, when she was at boarding school, I used to play chess with him every Saturday at 2:00 and lose.
When I was little, my aunt sent a clown with a balloon bouquet to my hospital room to cheer me up, and after the clown saw me, my mom had to spend an hour trying to get him to stop crying.
While the other kids made a snowman and the adults conversed indoors, I slipped off the dock into the snowy lake and had to be my own hero at age 7.
I went to my appointment expecting to find out if it was a boy or girl, but instead I discovered how very difficult it is to say goodbye.
I told you everything and we cried together on my bedroom floor but the next morning I woke up and found you in the kitchen making him pancakes.
I was warned that being a first year teacher was tough, but I did not know that would mean staying at school till 6 sometimes because I was crying too hard to drive home.
After a small congratulatory yay for Hawaii's gay rights, I learned that coming out to my dad wouldn't just cost me another guilt tripping lecture, but the right to call him dad.
I realized i was a failure when my art teacher told me my graffiti art was not street enough.
Today I learned when my mom describes me to strangers, she uses the words, "My daughter is tall, has dark hair, and has small breasts."
I spent new years eve rolling quarters with my mom while my dad was in the hospital for a glorified case of indigestion.
My very open-minded mom looked at me as if I had three heads, but my devoutly Muslim best friend didn't bat an eye.
Out of 10 great-grandchildren, I was the only one my great-grandfather ever met.
It felt better to throw up two pounds of ice cream than it did to shovel it down.
After we broke up, we sat on some church steps and shared a joint, and then he walked me to the bus stop and waved goodbye.
When I logged on to Facebook, I wasn't expecting to find my mother's suicide note.