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Much love, guys. Now today's first story comes from Lily Gee or Lily G

who says, am I the asshole for ruining my cousin's life by existing, being pregnant and

allegedly stealing her baby name. Now before we do get into this story I do want to give

you a trigger warning. There is talk of miscarriage within this story, so if you do want to skip it, please feel free to do so. Time stamps are always down in the description and along the timeline below. Thank you.

So, I, 18 female, have always had weird drama with my cousin Casey, 23 female.

For some reason, she's always had this bizarre obsession with being in competition with me,

while loving my older sister, 24 female, like she's God's favorite.

No idea why.

I gave up trying to figure it out years ago.

For context, she lived with us from middle school up to now because of family issues, and

even then she treated me like a punching bag, calling me a worthless piece of shit, ugly,

and tried to make me feel like nothing.

And unfortunately, it worked for a while.

I hid under baggy clothes, avoided people and had zero confidence.

Fast forward to junior high.

I started finding myself, made some friends, got a little style, and learned makeup from my sister,

and got into my 90s baggy clothes but cute era.

Casey hated every second of it, claimed I was

copying her. She wore baggy hoodies and sweats with crocs every day. It got worse when I got

a boyfriend. He was 16, I was 15, and she dead-ass tried to steal him by telling him her

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