I never realized how growing up in a broken home ages you. I forget sometimes that I'm 18. I feel…

I never realized how growing up in a broken home ages you. I forget sometimes that I'm 18. I feel aged, worn out. I've raised myself since grade school, became a mother to my siblings. I've had my entire world on my shoulders for as long as I can remember. Now I'm married, I have a house, a husband who is an old soul as well, and a tiny life on the way. I forget sometimes that other girls my age are freaking out about boys and twitter, while I'm filing taxes and paying my bills. I forget sometimes that I ever was I kid. Sometimes I wonder if I ever had a chance to be one. I strongly believe age on your soul is much different from the time you've been alive...