My biological parents divorced when I was under the age of two, and I have no real memories of them ever being together. Their divorce was a reality that I grew up with, but not a traumatic event. After the divorce, my mother found love with a woman, and we formed a family when I was four. When I say “my parents,” I mean my two moms, not my mother and father. My moms were the people who raised me.
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