I was a kid when my mother told me how she cheated on my father A LOT. Like, she even said she cheated on him on the wedding night. Anyway. There was this one blonde guy she slept with 20+ years ago. 9 months later, BAM! I was born. The only blonde in the family. Who knows if my father is my dad or this random dude is my dad. It would be interesting to know though. As I said, I'm the only blonde in the family. When I was 16 it became apparent my mother disliked my hair. She told me I need to change it somehow because it's so boring and dull. It has no colour at all. My already low self esteem crumbled. I mean, aren't mothers supposed to think their kids are beautiful? Not my mother. She had told me once I'm beautiful and that was when I was crying and she ordered me to keep on crying more so she could get a picture. Might draw about that later. Last fall I finally got my own colour back after years and years of dyeing it. And it's not that bad. I really feared tha...
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