Dear Kody, Meri, Janelle, Christine, and Robyn:
DAMN, y’all have a lot of kids! (Oops, are we not supposed to say damn? Sorry, I’ll work on that.) I’m so flattered that y’all are considering me to be Mrs. Brown #5. What an honor! I love watching y’all on Sister Wives on TLC. So I guess it was fate that y’all just happened to accidentally back into my car with your giant Suburban in the Walmart parking lot. And Kody, it was so cute when you said: “Aw, shoot, we’re sorry. Now, we could exchange insurance information like everybody does, or we could all just marry you instead!” (Seriously, though, have y’all submitted that insurance paperwork yet?)
As you know, I didn’t grow up in a polygamist household. My whole life, I’ve dreamed of being married to just one man — and four other ladies. See, my upbringing was very strange and dysfunctional: My parents were only ever married to each other. And they didn’t have, like, 37 children. They only had two. Throughout their marriage, my parents lived in the same house and slept in the same bed. My father didn’t sleep with my mother every third or fourth night, and retire to the bedrooms of his other wives on the other nights. You can see how this type of arrangement would have been extremely traumatic for a child. More »