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external love 7071 and says, am I the a-hole for not wanting to pretend to be my twin on her

wedding day? I-30 female have an identical twin sister, and for the purposes of anonymity, I'll call her Jess.

Jess and I look so much alike, it can be freaky.

At one point when we were still infants, they had to draw a little dot at the bottom of one

of our feet so they could keep track of who was who for medical reasons.

My mum adored the fact that Jess and I were

her cute baby twin girls and treated us as precious dolls who she would frequently dress alike

and always make us do things together. At first I didn't mind it at all, well because it was my

normal and I genuinely love my sister. But when we started getting older and I developed my own interests, I would get so frustrated

or upset when I either couldn't do something because Jess didn't want to or the only way

that I could do it was if Jess could come with me and vice versa.

It sucked because despite our appearances, Jess was the more extroverted twin, who

liked to go to parties and do sports while I was introverted and artistic. I was always made

to do what Jess wanted to do because me not wanting to be social was seen as bad. And the only

way that Jess would agree to do slash endure my hobbies was if I did her homework

or chores. When my parents were divorcing, I was over the moon when my dad agreed to let me live

with him in another state and Jess didn't want to move away from all her friends. My mom cried

when I had to tell her I didn't want to live with her and Jess accused me of hating them.

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