I was 14 when my mother committed suicide. That’s relevant because now you’ll know how vulnerable I was 3 months later when my uncle kissed me. I liked it and we made out a few times. About 4 months after that my dad’s cousin wrapped his arms around me from behind and I ended up making out with him too. It never went any further with either but here i am 14 years later with a husband 18 years older and I don’t think I would have ever ended up with him if not for these experiences.

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