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Now, today's first story comes from Janie Jeans. I hope I did pronounce that correctly. It was suggested on Twitter from

Donna Glennie, so thank you so much for that, and it's titled, My 23 Female Parents,

50s are tearing down my treehouse to install a hot tub and gazebo. I know this sounds so childish,

but I'm devastated. It was my sanctuary from their constant fighting. How do I deal or convince

them not to? First of all, thanks for reading. Secondly, let me apologize for the nature

of this post. I know people have real problems out there and mine isn't one of them, but this is deeply

affecting me.

So, background on my childhood.

My parents ran a business together and constantly fought.

I mean constantly.

The fights would sometimes devolve into physical altercations that were terrifying to me.

I was an only child, so I think I'm the only person in the world besides them who knows how bad it actually got. To the outside world, we were a very normal family.

When I was six, my grandpa asked me what I wanted most for my birthday.

Even then, I knew I wanted to escape, so I set a tree house. I helped my

grandpa with every single nail in that place and it became my literal sanctuary when there

was the utter chaos in my house. I was in there when it was 100 degrees outside. I was in there

when it was below freezing. I painted it every year.

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