I was born the second child to a Abigail and Kenneth Antonini on the thirteenth of April, 1989. Not only am I their second child I’m also their second daughter. The third is my, doing-all-things-right, little brother Benson (2 years my younger). My older sister, Diana (18 months older), and I have been wonderful examples for him to learn what you shouldn’t do.

Diana taught Benson and I that drugs are bad, and that you shouldn’t let your emotions and desires have the majority say in the choices you make. Benson learned from me that you actually have to work hard at school and actually make decisions in order to make anything of yourself. Good for him right?

Well, I’m the first in line to say yes. I’m glad, not only because my little brother will be able to take care of himself, but he also gets all the expectations and such from our parents. Not that they don’t love us all. And whoever says or believes that parents don’t have favorites is an idiot. Of course they do! Though being around at home, available for chores and being a sounding board for complaints and such does also make you a favorite in a way, I guess.

Before The Change, at age 23, still at home, taking 2 classes at the local 2 year college, and fooling around on the internet with my ginger tabby cat Strawberry (Berry for short), on my lap, you can imagine my parents weren’t all that pleased. They were glad that I wasn’t having the rehab and boy trouble Diana was having, but definitely upset that I hadn’t either moved out, gotten a job, or gone to a 4 year college (like little bro Ben (majoring in architecture)).

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My mother’s family is from a very old American family. She says W.A.S.P. (white anglo-saxon protestant for those who don’t know) and my grandparents have lots of money, some of which is in trust for us and all our distant relatives. Mom has one younger sister, Jody, who, if you want to go into archaic speech, is a spinster and a blue-stocking. They even live just down the street from us, which was their intension. They currently live in the house my great-grandparents had built and lived in, and when my mother and father got married they offered to let them buy (at a great deal) the house we currently live in. Mostly because my father is a fourth generation Italian and they don’t really trust him. Snobbish jerks. Dad’s a nice dude, perhaps not the best of fathers or spouses, but he treats my sister and I like princesses (which we aren’t and pisses my mom off) and is strict and proud of my brother (which mean mom gets to baby Ben and has to put her foot down more with us). All in all, we have me living at home with the ‘rents, older sister coming back after a bad break up or when she feels like it, and little bro off finishing his junior year at college.

This is the setting for just before The Change, February 29, 2012.