Closer than most Continued a bit
Growing up I never really thought my family was strange until I got into high school and started going over to my friends' houses and saw how their parents were. Mine were apparently different. It wasn't something that you could point out as night and day but more so in the way they acted. My mom and dad were openly affectionate to a degree that you wouldn't expect. They wouldn't just kiss goodbye, they would passionately make out in front of me and even grope one another, sliding hands into...