I lived with my brother and my dad for basically my whole life now. Not that mom left us or anything but she died when i was 2, and my brother was 4. I only heard the part where she collapsed on the floor in the living room at our old house, basically my childhood house. But nothing more. Dad never spoke anything of mom since but it hasn't bothered me much. He never gone with anyone I'm sure he never thought of it, well at least what I know of.
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Me and my brother dont have a huge age gap which meant more fighting. He's now 19. I'm 17. Recently turned 17, its new to me things feel different I feel, well. Older. But his birthday is in about a month, hoping he will mature some. At this point I'm the older sister in the relationship if he doesn't mature anymore. My dad is in his later 40's. He was always nice to me, we got in those small argument that every teenager got in with their parents. Like who you could hang out with, who you can date, punishments, all that nonsense. overall my family was great I loved them, they were always supportive and were constantly there for me, I couldn't be more grateful.
The day is normal so far. Nothing we've done yet but I felt good. It's basically every morning. I've gotten ready done my normal morning routine. Sometimes upcoming surprises dad would bring us too.
