To My Boyfriend's Brothers, Thank You For Everything

To My Boyfriend's Brothers, Thank You For Everything

I never could have imagined that I'd gain this kind of friendship with you all.


Dear Boys,

Since there's 4 of you, I'd have to write a book to thank you all individually. But this will be kept short, sweet and to the point.

You guys are amazing. From the bottom of my heart, I can't thank you guys enough. I'm sure you're wondering why, as I've only been with your brother for what most would see as a short time.

In the time that I've been with your brother, I've gotten to know all of you. While many will see you as one whole family, I've learned just how different you all can be as brothers. How your personalities differ, your interests and who you are as an overall person. You each share the common similarities, but I've gotten to see you in a way, not many get the experience of.

While those that don't know you will categorize all of you as just funny, musically talented, boys...I see you as the 4 individual people that you are.

You all are so talented and smarter beyond your years. I've never seen a group of boys as mature as the 4 of you. Growing up with siblings isn't easy, especially when you have that many. I'm sure as you got older, it was tough to determine your own identity. One that isn't a part of those older or younger. But one that is all, you.

And you guys are different.

You guys took me in with open arms. I know it isn't easy when a brother takes in a new female (even more uneasy in our situation). But you all shared your lives with me and never hesitated to make me feel at home. From the moment we all met (which was all at different times), I could see the kind souls you all possess.

It's as if I had gained 4 extra brothers myself. You all have the protectiveness where if I knew I were in trouble, you'd answer on the first ring of the phone.

But nothing compares to the love you have for your brother. My heart grows warm whenever I see you guys with him. Brothers bicker and they fight, but I've watched you all mature in the, almost, year I've been seeing him. I've seen how each of you have helped shape who he is. To say parents do all the work in shaping their children is wrong.

While your parents (love you guys) have done so much to prepare you boys for the life you wish to live, you all used your own experiences to help shape the other. From finding the right instrument, to knowing what career path you want to pursue. You have a certain love for one another that, you really can't find in most siblings.

Let alone 5 boys.

Thank you, all 4 of you, for accepting me as your own. I love being able to call all of you some of my closest friends. Most importantly, thank you for loving your brother. Giving him the strength to where he is today. Being there to lift his spirits when he's down. I know you guys grew up with a lot of differences, but to watch you guys grow from your past has been an incredible journey.

I can't wait to see where life takes us all. Especially the 4 of you.

Love always,

Your brother's girlfriend.

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11 Things I Want My Parents To Know When I Come Home From College

An open letter to Mom and Dad, from a college student that isn’t a kid anymore.

Aight, listen.

Put on your reading glasses and blow that wisp of graying hair off your face (yes, Mom, I see it, you’re not fooling anybody), because I’ve got some things to say.

I just completed three months worth of college. C-O-L-L-E-G-E. For roughly 90 days I fed myself, I somewhat successfully did my own laundry, I made my own life-or-death decisions when it came to college parties, and I even managed to fit in schoolwork — most of the time.

The point is, I might not have become a fully fledged, mature adult, but three months of newfound independence is like finding out that Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny aren’t real all at the same time — you do a lot of growing up, fast.

So, almost-adult to adult, here are 11 things that I want you to know when I come home for the holidays:

1. First and foremost, I get it.

I’m not in college anymore, there are going to be rules again, you pay all my bills — right. I understand. Please, no long speeches. No constant reminding. I’ve been making predictions and inferences since 2nd grade, so believe me, I’m pretty sure I’ve got the gist of what’s going on in this story.

2. I may or may not have transformed into a creature of the night.

Yeah, no, I’d probably go ahead and define myself as nocturnal. In college, everything starts at night, like parties, house meetings, the will to do homework — it’s completely different. So if you find me doing the dishes at 3:00 a.m., it’s not because I was feeling generous, it’s because Netflix got boring and I had nothing better to do.

3. Curfew or nah? Nah.

Now that we got the whole nocturnal thing out of the way, let’s get something straight. I can’t tell you how many times I stayed up with friends until the wee hours of the morning, how many times parties kept me out of the dorm for the entire night, or how many times I went on late night runs to get food. I know that the house is not a hotel, but you have to understand that the night is primetime to hang out with friends or take that random McDonald’s run. So please, loosen the reigns a little. I’ll be quiet, I promise — I’ve got three months of tiptoeing around a sleeping roommate under my belt.

4. I love you, but I love sleep more.

You guys are great, but my b(a)ed and I need some alone time. Keep the door closed.

5. I’m ok! That was just me screaming in relief at the feeling of not having to wear shower sandals anymore.

6. Be a bro and spot me? I’m poor.

I know, I know, I said I wasn’t going to be that college kid. But it’s the holiday season, and I know you guys have missed me, soooo how’s 20 bucks sound?

7. A gift card to Starbucks would make for a great Christmas present.

Put yourself in my shoes. I’m a slightly impoverished neo-adult with a mild-to-moderate coffee addiction, and I sleep all day. Plus, Starbucks has those new red cups — I’m telling you, coffee tastes great with a hint of controversy.

8. Chores, shopping for groceries, driving people around — I got this.

Let me take some extra responsibility. After three months on my own, I want to show you that I can handle it, that I can pass for being a competent adult. So don’t let me slack off and mill about, challenge me to help the family out as an adult instead of a dependent kid. I’ll make you proud, I promise.

9. If I want to go to that concert or party, I’m going to go.

Let’s be real here. In college, if I wanted to go skydiving or bar hopping or sleep over in a girl’s dorm room, I could I have done it, no questions asked, and you guys would have been none the wiser. So if I want to do something fun, I’m truly open to your thoughts and opinions, because your advice is what guides me every time I go out. But I’m not a dumb teenager anymore, so trust me and let me do my own thing, ok?

10. You guys are awesome, but so are the friends I haven’t seen in a long time.

Yes, I know, it always seems like I care way too much about hanging out with friends. But three months is a lot to catch up on, and I’ve missed them like crazy.

11. But no matter what, I’ve missed you so much, and I’m glad to be home.

Even if I’m stubborn, too argumentative, or seem eager to go back to college, you have to realize how good it feels to be home again. There have been so many times in the past three months that I’ve felt unbearably weak and vulnerable and wanted nothing more to call you guys and ask you for your amazing advice, but didn’t do it because I wanted you to think that I was ok. You are my greatest teachers, and I can never thank you enough for all you do for me. I love you.

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Let Me Fill You In On A Secret, Being The Middle Child Is Not That Bad

The middle child has its perks even though I am stuck in between two crazy, wild sisters.


As I was getting older, I always heard the middle child complain about how it sucks to be in that position. Sometimes I would play along and groan about how I also hated being the middle child but in reality, it was not all that bad. I never truly felt the same exact way that those kids felt. My siblings never made me feel like I was less than them, even though my sister was the star student at my high school. I have read some articles online about different traits that the middle child has and some I agree with and some I was like, "Eh, that is not right." I think most of it comes from the family that you grow up in. So maybe, just maybe, it is because my family is the best of them all!

The common annoyance that the middle child has to endure is that they are usually the "forgotten ones". For me, that was not the case. I am ALWAYS given the attention that I need. Except when we are all in conversation. Mom, I am sorry for including this and please do not feel bad but I have to expose it. Whenever there is a conversation, I am very rarely heard. I do not need pity or anything like that, I just don't make myself known when I am saying something and that is my mistake. I always bring it up to my mom and it makes her feel so bad so I apologize for including this, J9. Other than that, I am always in the spotlight. They are always checking up on me, always including me, and always reminding me that I am the favorite (sorry Al and Kate)!

A trait that I have learned about the middle child, that I do believe holds true, is that we are the peacemakers. To me, that isn't really a bad thing. I noticed over the years that I am able to settle things and bring calmness to catastrophe with the slightest bit of advice or simple "shut up this is stupid". I have always been that way though. I am constantly trying to make sure that everyone is getting along, happy, and not wanting to jump off the roof. Some may also call me a people pleaser but I just ignore that. I am THE peacemaker. I like to get involved and I am super nosey. Oops!

I really don't think that the "middle child syndrome" pertains to me because I live a pretty joyful, fun life with all eyes on me. I love making people laugh, I like talking about my interests, I like playing games with friends and family, and so much more. I rarely feel like I am the forgotten one due to my siblings. If my sisters read this, they are definitely going to pull my hair considering I have just been tooting my own horn about how great I am. So if you are reading this Kate and Al, let me have my moment since apparently, I do not have enough spotlight already!

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