being a child that was the product of a teenage pregnancy, which led to a marriage and divorce. both parents finding their seemingly perfect partners (completely opposite from what came before).
one set of parents ending up having two children. one of each… typically the picture perfect family ( oof but not don’t take into account the kid from the marriage that fell apart that’s living with you of course). the other set deciding not to have children at all, only lots of dogs and traveling often all while mentioning that they couldn’t do this is they would have had kids (hi hello).
having one set decorating their house in their last name when you live there fully and yours is different. all the while, the other set’s bribing you with new pets while you visit, who all disappear after you leave.
having one step tell you that they’re afraid of talking to their bio kids because you “were” (lol read the room bud) so sad and they don’t want to make them like how you “were”. while the other step is celebrating happy we’re not *insert parent pronoun here* *insert same pronoun celebrating day* day with you (again…hi).
you never really ever have a home in the real world. you can’t really fit in with either because while you’re visiting one the others are bonding and getting inside jokes. you’re forever a guest.
it all really does something to your psyche…you know?.