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I would have a child soon (this had brought tears to my eyes because I’d had a miscarriage the Save the chubby Mermaids shirt Apart from…,I will love this year before, but what I hadn’t known at the time was that I conceived my oldest son that month without trying hmm), and other truly insightful things. The strangest part, though, was that she’d said I would one day have an entire collection of shoes. So many shoes and nobody else would understand why. At the time, that part had seemed so ridiculous! I had sandals, tennies, and a pair of heels and that was all! Even the outfit I had on that day was the previous year’s (or 2 or 3 years’) style. I couldn’t imagine buying more than the bare minimum for myself. We all had a good laugh about it. My mom is and almost always has been a bitch. She and my stepdad treated me like shit. I’ve been told that they wouldn’t be surprised if I reached 600 pounds because of how much I ate. I weighed 120. And my weight stays the same no matter what I do. Once in therapy, I did talk about my childhood memory of my parents fighting about money and how expensive my sport was and how much they spent on me. I tried asking my mom about it after I came to understand its impact on me. We’d been out for ice cream or something and I brought it up. She burst into tears and I ended up comforting her and reassuring her it was no big deal (a common pattern between us: negate my feelings to make my mom feel better). Oh well, right? If we care enough about the feelings of authors’ loved ones that our sympathy for them overcomes our desire to read the work, then there’s really not much left to read.

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I was in my late 20s, we were all together at a special holiday brunch for a family reunion. While waiting to be seated, my dad encouraged me to get my fortune told by the Save the chubby Mermaids shirt Apart from…,I will love this fortune teller in the lobby. I’d never done that before but he’d offered to pay and the others were encouraging me to do it. What the heck, I thought. I sat in front of her and she’d looked deeply into my eyes and then examined my hand. She’d told me I would have a child soon (this had brought tears to my eyes because I’d had a miscarriage the year before, but what I hadn’t known at the time was that I conceived my oldest son that month without trying hmm), and other truly insightful things. The strangest part, though, was that she’d said I would one day have an entire collection of shoes. So many shoes and nobody else would understand why. At the time, that part had seemed so ridiculous! I had sandals, tennies, and a pair of heels and that was all! Even the outfit I had on that day was the previous year’s (or 2 or 3 years’) style. I couldn’t imagine buying more than the bare minimum for myself. We all had a good laugh about it. My mom is and almost always has been a bitch. She and my stepdad treated me like shit. I’ve been told that they wouldn’t be surprised if I reached 600 pounds because of how much I ate. I weighed 120. And my weight stays the same no matter what I do. Once in therapy, I did talk about my childhood memory of my parents fighting about money and how expensive my sport was and how much they spent on me. I tried asking my mom about it after I came to understand its impact on me.