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August 14 Expanded 101-#13 Eldest of Seven, Six Girls, One BoyI come from an average sized family. Average sized for the time and the Catholic neighborhood. Number of children ranged from five to ten approximately. I am the eldest child in my family. I have six sisters. I have one lone brother. Yes, we tortured him. We tortured him severely. He is number three in line, so he was able to fend for himself for the most part. But, with six sisters, he didn't have much of a prayer. In our home, we were raised that a male NEVER hit or raised a hand to a female under any circumstances at all. When you are the only male in a home of seven children, that rule alone translates to doom. Sure enough, when he would make us girls angry we got him back easily. All we had to do was punch or hit him and then he would automatically return fire. Of course, us girls would immediately report to dad how brother hit us and there was no mercy for that boy. After awhile, we realized we didn't have to really do anything. Just go tell dad he hit us and no questions asked, brother was in big trouble. No time out back in the day. I'm surprised that guy married. He did and now has seven children of his own ages 17 to 1 1/2 years old. My sisters and I would fight as any good siblings do when they are young. Some minor and some major. Being the eldest, I had a responsiblity to the younger girls. Therefore, my actions as a teenager demonstrated to my sister exactly what NOT to do. Seriously. Looking back, I know now why I did the things I did (and there is an explanation for my actions), but then I was just considered bad. But as time has passed and we are all adults now, we are closer than ever. Chicago Sis (under me), Lil Sis, and Baby Sis are my best friends. I couldn't get through everything on my plate if I didn't have them around. The two middle sisters are very busy with their lives now. One has four children and the other has six children. They are all school age and involved in many sports and activities. I remember those days, so I'll give them a few more years before I start harassing them more. One of the best things about having so many sisters is that there is always someone there for you. If one is busy, another steps up. If you aren't quite getting along with one, there's always more to pick from! When I was a single parent, Lil Sis and Baby Sis were my slaves. Have a flat tire or run out of gas? Call Lil Sis. She was there in a jiffy! Need a babysitter or just have someone to come stay over? Call Baby Sis and she was there! Being the good Catholic family that we are, I have like 25 nieces and nephews. I lose count much of the time. I do know all their names, but won't bore you with that list. I may not always agree with my siblings or even get along with them, but I love all of them dearly. We have all become closer since Dad passed away a year ago which is a good thing. I don't want to take them for granted. It's easy to do when it's family. And hey, what would I do if I didn't have Baby Sis' triplets and 3 year old to help out with? I'd be lost I tell you. I miss that part of life so much. Helping her whenever I am able is a joy and I am able to relive all the great moments I had with my kids. Speaking of which, Blondie turns 21 day after tomorrow people!! It will be celebrated with lunch. Partay is Saturday night! Then there will be pictures. I'm sorry Chicago Sis won't be there, but she'll be here in a week or two and we'll be dancing jigs! _________ CHECK OUT HOW DWEEB'S GIG WENT SATURDAY AT THE 'OTHER' PLACE! jayhawkfever.blogspot.com _________ HAPPY BIRTHDAY L! Late shout out to sis whose birthday was Saturday. We'll celebrate when she gets home! June 29 Expanded 101: #8, 9, and 10I thought I would take EZ's idea and begin exanding on my 101 Things About Me. I believe numbers 1-7 have been covered ad nausea the first part of June when Dweeb and I celebrated our wedding anniversary, so I shall skip on down to numbers 8, 9, 10.
I was married once before at age 22 to a guy I met in college. He was so sweet, friendly, smart, and talented. I fell immediately for this charming fellow. At about this time, I went back to work full time and pretty much had to quit school (too expensive and didn't know what I wanted to do). He was pre-med student. I was raised to accept people for who they are, not what they look like. Seems I tested my parents beliefs. My ex-husband is black and that did not sit well with the folks. We didn't have trouble as a couple in Lawrence, but we did encounter some angry people in the city. This was the late 1970's. Then we moved in together. Another big no-no with mom and dad. To top it all off, I found out in January, 1980 that I was pregnant. Well, you know this is going to go over great! We soon got married. He continued school, I worked in the city, and we lived in Lawrence. Ex-husband finishes school and says he is starting medical school in Texas. I can't leave because of insurance that will pay for delivery of Drama Queen. I tell him to go ahead and I move in with dear mom and dad.
Remember the news story a year or so ago about Mark Hacking in Utah?? The guy who killed his wife and she ended up in the dump? No, I don't know the Hackings, but that could have been me.
Ex-husband flies back up to Kansas when I go into labor. I have to have a C-section, but he says he can't stand the sight of blood and can't go in with me. WTF? I'm not really paying attention. I've been in labor for 18 hours and I just want this kid out of my uterus NOW! I have to remain in hospital for seven days. When I'm released, I go to mom and dads for more recovery with my 10 pound bundle of joy that is Drama Queen. I'm so happy and excited. When I walk in the back door, lil sis and baby sis (who are young teenagers) are right there and they immediately take Drama Queen and scoot off to a back room to play with her. Mom and dad tell me to come into the living room and have a seat to rest. When I get to the living room, ex-hubby is sitting there and I sit next him. Mom and dad position themselves directly in front of us in chairs. My mind is racing wondering what was going on here.
Mom and dad proceed to tell me, with him sitting next to me, that they made some phone calls while I was in the hospital. It seems there is no medical school in the town in Texas where he lived. They called KU and he has never graduated from there. And it went on and on and on. I was furious! Not at the jerk sitting next to me, but at my parents. I told them they were crazy and they just didn't want me with him or moving to Texas. I'm ranting for a few minutes and the jerk sitting next to me has remained silent the entire time. I turn, punch him in his arm, and scream "Tell them! Tell them it's not true!" He looked at me and in a quiet voice his only words to me were "I'm sorry, Sue". The room began spinning out of control at that point. WTF?
My dad told the jerk to leave the house immediately and to not return. In 15 minutes, on the day I brought my first born home from the hospital, my marriage was destroyed. I was in shock. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. My next memory is two days later in a lawyer's office filing for divorce.
My ex-husband did go to a Mental Health facility and was given the diagnosis of Sociopath. Nothing changed. That was it. The end. He never really saw Drama Queen and stopped calling by the time she was 4 months old. He stayed in Texas in order to evade the child support he was ordered to pay (the laws have been changed since then). So, in a very short time I went from what I thought was having a happy family to being a single mom with a dead beat dad. Life can sure throw you curve balls when you least expect it.
Funny thing, there are people we were friends with in Lawrence that I've seen over the years and when I tell them ex-hubby not only did not graduate, but was never enrolled, they. do. not. believe. me. Sociopaths are a different animal. |
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