Forbidden love?

Hey Crazies.

It's me again. alive and well.
Today is going to be light....no heavy stuff. just me rambling on about my usual thoughts. So why don't we just get on with the topic of the day.

CAN YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR SISTER'S EX BOYFRIEND?

Well firstly, I gotta tell you guys that love is a really complicated emotion. You can't help it when it happens and when it does, you forget about everything else. It will become the most important thing in your life.

Now my answer to that question is a HELL to the YES.
Also I am not talking from experience. The story i am about to tell you IS and I repeat IS not about me. This is a true story, this is about someone i know and it is very juicy. Does this count as snitching if you all don't know who i am talking about?
I guess not.

Anyways back to the story.
So I have this friend whom i won't mention for privacy reasons. Well this isn't your typical boy meets girl story where boy falls in love with girl. Yeah there's definitely some falling hard falling in love but that's not how this story starts.
So let's go to the beginning.
We're going to call said friend ''Amy''. So it all started in secondary school. I, Amy and said boy who we will be calling Jack were friends in the same class. This was an unnatural friendship; we were inseparable.
Joined by the hip.
We met as juniors and this friendship carried on to the end. So now picture two girls and one guy; always together, never apart. That was us.
Now we started out as friends when we were just twelve. We hadn't discovered feelings,.....both sexual and emotional. It was completely innocent between us.
Fast-forward three years later; we're now sixteen. The difference between me and Amy is that when she turned sixteen puberty hit her in all the right places like a ton of rocks. She had all the curves and every guy in our class wanted her but the only guy she wanted was Jack.
The only problem with that was that Jack had suddenly developed feelings for Amy's younger sister; we're going to call her Ashley.
Ashley was a year younger than us and a grade below us which made it a whole lot complicated. The threesome that we were (LOL...THREESOME) fell apart. Jack started hanging out with Ashley all the time and that cut our time short. Amy hated her sister but she couldn't do anything about it. She was jealous all the time, angry, bitter and it hurt me to watch her this way.
And the annoying thing about the whole thing was that Jack had no freaking clue. Our friendship was falling apart and i couldn't tell him the reason why.
So Amy watched and wept at how happy her sister was. She quietly watched them till they finally ended things. It was an ugly break up but no one was happier than Amy. Now it might seem selfish and a wicked thing to do but no one would know how Amy felt except me because i was there through it all.
She liked him first.
He was her first love and the fact that he didn't see that hurt her every day.

Now this is the juicy part of this story. Jack was back, he was going through a break up and this was his first break up. He needed shoulders to cry on and guess who took the bait? DING DING DING. CORRECT.
Amy.

She became his solace, his light at the end of the tunnel. I don't know exactly how the whole thing started--because i repeat, this is not about me.
But they started dating--secretly.
She was too chicken shit to tell her sister, somehow it was embarrassing and no matter how many times i told her to just man up and tell Ashley.
She never did.
Now this story doesn't have an end yet but they broke up after a few months of dating secretly because she couldn't get the nerves to just come out and tell her sister. Jack couldn't handle being a secret and they decided to be just friends.
It was for the best.

THE END.
LOL.
So guys back to my question for the day....can you date your sister or brothers ex? Please let me know in the comments below.

The beginning

Hello crazies.
So here i am seated on a rocking chair and thinking of how i am going to start this blog. Well, i don't want to start this with the whole '' My name is........ I actually don't think an introduction of myself is necessary for this.
Life is funny, i think people actually prefer mystery. No one really wants to know the truth about anyone. We only want to know what we want to know....okay i might not be making sense but here goes.
This blog is a safe space. I am starting this because i want to be able to talk to you guys about everything without censoring anything.
I am going to be talking about a lot of true stories and some of them might not be about me. I am also going to be giving my own opinions on the issues. i will also be watching out and waiting for your own opinions.
Enough of this rant.
Lets start from the beginning of my life and this is going to be a true story about me.
The topic for today is......

GROWING UP IN A BROKEN HOME.

Now this is the start of it all. You see the way you start your life usually is a stepping stone for the rest of your life. I started mine, knowing who my father was, knowing who my mother was. I started mine with a happy family. I couldn't ask for more but the love of the most important people in my life. Its completely true when they say a mothers love knows no limit. The love which my mother gave to me has made me what i am today.
The love i got from my mother was non existence.
I remember waking up in the arms of my mother when  i was a child and feeling like the luckiest person in the world. I didn't want anything more....i was content.
I was six years old when the fighting started. It was either one or the other. i couldn't choose both. My father was the perfect loving man, he would do anything to make me happy but my mother was my mother; i didn't want to choose. I didn't want to hurt either of them.
I kept being indifferent until she decided to choose for me and my sisters by leaving. She couldn't stand our sight and i remember the look she gave me the day she packed her bags and left my father and she didn't understand by leaving him, she left us too.

Now picture three kids all under the age of ten, left alone with only a male figure. I owe my father a lot and i wouldn't in a million years be able to repay him for the love he gave us but it was never enough and this is selfish of me to say but it's the truth.
He usually kept us with his sister, she tried to fill the void but it only made it even more obvious. I felt unwanted in a home i had to share with my aunt and her husband and kids.
Growing up wasn't a bed of roses.
Now the question i have to ask today.
How does growing up in a broken home affect you in the future?