06/04/2025
We were siblings—but we didn’t get to grow up like it.
We had the same blood, the same history, the same last name.
But we were torn apart by messy custody, different moms or dads, court dates, and parents who couldn’t get it together.
We were raised in separate houses, with different rules, different holidays, different versions of the same pain.
We saw each other in bursts—weekends, summers, awkward visits that never felt like enough.
And we never got to just be kids together.
We never shared a bedroom or fought over the remote or snuck snacks after bedtime.
We never had that daily closeness—the inside jokes, the routines, the comfort of knowing your sibling was always just down the hall.
Because the adults in our lives couldn’t put their pride aside.
Because addiction, anger, manipulation, and broken systems got in the way.
Because we were too young to choose each other.
But now?
Now we have kids of our own.
And they run and laugh and play like siblings should.
They’ll grow up side by side—cousins, technically, but something even deeper than that.
Because we made a silent promise:
That our kids will never know the ache we carried.
That the cycle ends with us.
And maybe we didn’t get the childhood we deserved…
But we’re damn sure giving it to them.
