It seems like a lot when I write it down, but keep in mind, I now have everything I ever wanted.
In school, I was teased mercilessly, all the work came easily to me and the other students hated it. My sister was “the pretty one”, my brother was *the crazy one”, and to top it off, my family was the wrong religion, Mormon. From a very early age, I didn’t think that religion made any sense. I thought I was evil.
Oddly enough, my aunt once told me she felt sorry for my sister, because I had good looks and brains and all sis had was being the baby of the family.