To say the least. Listen, I am the last of three from my mother (whose side I'll be speaking about in this post).

My mother was the last of eleven. Eleven! And yeah, she grew up in a super Christian household in the rural Bible Belt of the US. I see a lot of these vloggers giving birth to many babies and notice how badly it affects the older children. You know why? Because even if the parents have good intentions, it messes you up. One can't give love to all those children. My mother did not have a relationship with her mother, but her much older siblings had a great relationship with her. After a certain amount of kids, you'd just get "lazy".

What else happened? Well, five of her siblings passed, and six remain, including my mother. She only gets along with one of her siblings. I have like 30 1st cousins on that side, in which I am also the youngest, and have no communication with any of them; everyone else is either a millennial or gen Xer, I'm the only gen Zer. So you can imagine how lonely that is. There are also some nasty secrets that they like to keep hush-hush about, which I refuse to keep quiet about now.

In short: having several kids that you were never ready to take care and cherish results in broken, beyond traumatized households for eternity 🤦