It’s been heavily instilled in you as a middle child to be compliant and non-confrontational. While this can be a great asset (you’re calm and not easily shaken) it can also be your fatal flaw.
When you stop dating an oldest child, you lose someone who instantaneously made your life better simply by being in it.
Although I have learned to forgive those who are unaware of the insensitivity they have towards twins, the whole twins are a package deal idea has been affecting me since childhood.
For a middle child there’s nothing worse than when someone else (family or otherwise) swoops in and wins the metaphorical talent show.
By coordinating your looks, you’re making a major commitment. It’s a subtle but serious way to say that you’re in it forever—and you couldn’t be happier to have found each other.
When an only child trusts you, that’s when they love you.
Guys who are the youngest in their family are the quintessential “fun boyfriend.” They are full of big ideas and crazy antics that come with little to no plan.
When you actually say the exact same thing at the exact same time and people lose their shit.
I felt like a freak. A freak who cried at night when her parents couldn’t see and made friends with mirrors. Maybe that’s why the best dreams I ever had were ones where I wasn’t so strange.
When my sister announced her pregnancy, my mother was disgusted and my father was horrified. After the pregnancy was announced, I would sit in my bedroom for hours and hear the whispers on the other side of my bedroom door, wondering if Autumn could hear it, too.