Before my parents separated, my Mom decided to go back to school. She wanted a career, and I think she knew she was going to eventually leave my Dad. She was also at the time very involved with being on town committees and political parties. I still wasn’t old enough to drive, and Dad was 80% of the time drunk.
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Austin is ten years older than me, and one of the most important people in my life. Sometimes, I forget just how lucky I am to have him.
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