Love sometimes has nothing to do with it.Originally Posted by Tifa's Boobs
I much prefer lovechild.
Love sometimes has nothing to do with it.I much prefer lovechild.
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smurfchild
I too am a lovechild. In fact I suspect my father wasn't officially divorced from his first wife when I was conceived.
Yeah I was born five months after my parents tied the knot. What's really funny is that I was aware of this my entire life but the implications of it didn't occur to me until I was like 20 because I just never thought about it.
Sometime last year my mom "admitted" to me that I was conceived out of wedlock and I was like "Yeah I did the math on that one already Mom, no big."
If you're not legitimate, then you can't inherit land. You lot should try to be named an official heir by the king.
But I like being a Snow.
I have lots of practice legitimizing my heirs in Crusader Kings 2. Does that count?
streme Wheelie
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Six months, for me. Albeit with the fact that I was significantly early, who knows which side of the wedding my conception fell on. Unimportant anyway.
Apparently it took my cousin 18 years to figure out that her parent's wedding anniversary is a year less than her age
I was born normally and on time in a hospital. Amazing. My parents have two wedding anniversaries though, one in July and another in October. My birthday is in September
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My parents, were married six years after I was conceived yet some how got pissed at my brother for having two kids out of wedlock. Hmm?Yeah I was born five months after my parents tied the knot. What's really funny is that I was aware of this my entire life but the implications of it didn't occur to me until I was like 20 because I just never thought about it.
Sometime last year my mom "admitted" to me that I was conceived out of wedlock and I was like "Yeah I did the math on that one already Mom, no big."
Very well, where should I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shaven scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school. From there...
True beauty exists in things that last only for a moment.
Current Mood: And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe. Maybe this year will be better than the last. I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself. To hold on to these moments as they pass...
It's hardly an issue nowadays when your parents aren't married when you're born is it? Or at least it shouldn't be!
America is still hilariously Christian, remember.
I just went on up and slipped out, no worries on either end!
Edit: Reading further, seems the topic changed. My parents were married before having kids, though it's not like they're religious or anything.
"... and so I close, realizing that perhaps the ending has not yet been written."
I was six months old when my parents married. Most people didn't give a smurf but to this day my mom and her mom don't get along well because of it.
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