I have one sister. Her name is Helen. (Mom sure liked the old fashioned names, didn't she?) We are 13 months apart. Most people thought we were twins. We have never had what I would call a close relationship. If she needed something, she'd call and visa versa, but never a buddy one. Today she stopped by the shop where I make our goodies and we had a nice long talk.
We are as different as night and day. I had one child of my own and a step son (whom I adore) and she has 7, yes that's right 7 kids. They range in age from 28 to 5. I would just shoot myself. We both married young. She was 16, I was 17. She got a divorce after 12 years, I think. Good thing, the jerk was bad for her. She then met a man who was 10 years younger and they married and had the last 3 kids. She already had a grandson by then. I would just shoot myself.
She didn't work outside the home during her first marriage but took a job after she separated from her husband and hasn't looked back since. Her second husband died when the youngest was 5 weeks old. He was 29 years old. A great big teddy bear. We all loved him. She has been raising this part of her family by herself since then.
She found internet dating. I would just shoot myself. Some of the men she has brought around for us to meet makes me wonder just how lonely she is. But she has someone now, he is a little younger. I think she likes to train them. (smile) But he is good with her and her kids. He is lessening the load. He isn't the perfect guy but then where is the perfect guy.
I wish her much love and happiness. As I grow older, family ties grow more important. So, Helen, here's to you. I love you and am proud of you. Happiness to your future.
See ya on the farm
Charlotte
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