We were young in high school at the beach for family beach week. We were the ‘older girls’ and expected to help with baby sitting, and setting the table. By us I mean my cousin and me, When it came to morning chores we worked together making beds, picking up, wiping down the counters and stuff. The little ones were ready for the beach, lathered down with dun lotion, we were the mother duck guardians. We were mothers in training and we loved our job.
Those memories are deep. When my cousin told me her boyfriend wanted to get married, I was stabbed through the heart. She saw it on my face. I love you, I do not love anyone else. Then why I asked her was she even with a boyfriend and talking about getting married. The wedding was the worst day of my life. After the party I was helping her change out of her gown, holding back tears, wiping my nose. She told me in a quiet voice, did I want to join them on their wedding night?
No time like the present to let him know about us. He took it the way men do, bring it on he could handle the two of us. What he and most people don’t understand, when you let two women share their life together everyone is better off. Two women will never complain about housework, child care, and the odds both women have a headache at the same time us pretty low. It s the only way to live.
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