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TIFU by forgetting I was on an Amazon family plan… for years

So I just got an email notification stating that I was removed from my Amazon family plan. I completely forgot that YEARS ago my sister and brother-in-law added me to their account as a “teen” so I could mooch free Prime from them. Upon seeing this I started getting a panic attack because I have made MANY spicy purchases on there, things I know they don’t want to know about their little sister. I quickly googled to see if there’s any chance they’ve been privy to these purchases and there, plain as day it reads: Yes, if you are a teen on an Amazon Household account, your parents will be notified about your purchases because they need to approve them.

My brethren in Christ, my sister has been approving every single purchase I’ve made for YEARS!! The mundane ones, the questionable ones, the impulse ones, the downright horny ones, EVERYTHING! And she’s never said ONE WORD about it this whole time! My last purchase made was 2 days before being notified via this email and yes, it was a horny purchase. I’m afraid that she finally got fed up with knowing this many intimate details about my life and finally decided to end it, but maybe just maybe it’s a coincidence? I’m too afraid to ask. Honestly, I’m not sure that I want to know. FML

TL;DR: My sister knows everything I’ve purchased on Amazon for the past several years, and I have bought things that she’d rather not know about.

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