In conclusion, my family’s story is far from over. And neither is mine. Who knows what the future holds? Maybe I’ll learn to embrace my inner weirdo, or maybe I’ll find a way to break free from the family mold. Either way, I’m excited to find out.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that family is complicated. And sometimes, the things that make us different are the very things that make us who we are. So, to all the weirdos out there with pervy families, I see you. And I’m right there with you.
But as I got older, I began to realize that their interests went far beyond just a passing curiosity. They were…obsessed. And not just my parents, either. My siblings and I would often catch each other exchanging awkward glances, wondering how we were related to these people.
