What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Why?
Sometimes decisions are not as hard as we think they are, or we make them out to be. I love you so much that’s what made it hard to leave thee.
You had so many girlfriends, you said I could never be your friend yet you married me, why?
Hmm, had known this, I would not have married you, but I loved you.
I loved you so very much, so it made it hard for me to run away-this the decision I made at the age of 23-made it hard for me, but you didn’t love me and like you said, you thought it was a good idea at the time.
Well now, that made the hard decision a little easier for me so I ran away, but still waited for you to come for me. You knew where I was.
What are the most important things needed to live a good life?
Me: What kind of a friend helps a friend stay doped up?
Him: Hey man. That’s a good friend man. It’s important to have a good friend to help you through life man. And dope man, it’s important to have good dope man.
Welcome to my view of sibling number Seven. A girl-should have been a boy, maybe. She forever acted like a boy and still does.
You know we all grew up tomboys in dresses, our father said, “no girls of his are going to wear pants!” And we didn’t, just the two boys, the last three of the bunch was a boy-girl-boy. So seven dresses and two sets of pants. of course the older we got, us girls finally got to wear pants-we had to beg dad after the two older one bought jeans. Please daddy please, please, please. “Only on weekends.” But until then-dresses and or tunic’s, school uniforms were worn.
We still did our sports, running and what ever else in dresses. And to meet number seven…man she was always rolling around on the ground beating up boys. Not the brothers, other boys. Wasn’t to many days I’d turn around looking for #7 and there she was…About ten to fifteen feet behind us pounding some boy kid. Oh bother. “Number seven, hurry up, you are going to be late for school.”
Number seven was bold and at times quite embarrassing as she would walk right up behind people on the streets mimicking their walk as she showed off to us. The one time while she was not paying attention-for watching us. The man stopped at the end of the street to watch for cars then proceed, while #7 bounced right off him. It was funny to us but not to him.
One thing about number seven was she was always asking for our food, breakfast, lunch and suppers. Man she drove us crazy begging non stop until we gave it or some. Even mom, #7 would ask and ask for mom’s food until she got it. Brave girl she was and still is. She will punch the crap out of you with out a blink of an eye…other than that, she would be your best friend, until you backstab her.
She was always coming home with new songs or jokes that she would tell me or teach me, some songs were awesome and some jokes were dirty. But she knew how to tell them and still does.
Number seven is the boss of every thing… or tries her best to be while always changing all the rules, and oh my gosh…she doesn’t quit. Kind of takes the fun out of everything, her way or no way.
As an adult nothing changed outside of having children, she is still quick tempered with her rules and willing to floor you on the drop of a dime.
I love her to pieces we did have fun at times. Her jokes are shockingly funny after you see them in your mind, until then I would gasp, “aw…#7.” Days later though…slam! Her joke hit my brain sending me into uncontrollable laughter. It did not matter where I was at the time when her joke came to light I whacked out while people watched me pointing or whispering. Only made me laugh more out of embarrassment. Yeah she asked me,why did the chicken cross the road?-“To get to the other side.” Yeah okay, now why did the man cross the road? “I don’t know. To get to the other side.” She said, no stupid, his dick was stuck in the chicken. “Aw…#7!” Shit…days later sitting at a stop light watching this guy cross the road, I caught myself looking to see if there was indeed a chicken, then all hell broke loose, I laughed like a bastids.
She also said to me, what would you do if your best friend all of a sudden started convoluting in the bathtub, having a seizure? What would you do? “What I don’t know call 911.” She said, no stupid…throw in a load of laundry. 😳 “aw, # 7!” I did not find that funny at all. But days later…🤣🤣🤣, I saw it. I asked for the LORDS forgiveness.
Then she said to me…what would you do if you saw your husband still staggering in the backyard? Sack I don’t know. “Leave him there, help him in?” She said, no stupid, RELOAD. “What? She made the actions and sound of a rifle reloading. I laughed like a freaking dog. “Number seven, number seven, number seven.”
Don’t get me wrong, she will give you the shirt off her back and cook you a great meal, but if you cross her-look out!
Number seven was loads of fun for a time, as kids she never missed one of my Basketball games unless I had to play out of our district. She was a hand full yes, but fun. The only way to control her as a child was to sit on her until she came back to her senses.
There is more but you know. That’s not for me to say. Wait her…knock knock “who’s there.” F U. Or, or knock knock. “Who’s there, who’s there? Okay #7 who’s there?” Her, what are you F-ing stupid? No one is home. 🤨 yeah she swears like a bastid.
I haven’t seen number seven for quite a while now, but…I can’t ever forget her either .
The End.
Oh wait a minute…knock knock…
Get the F out of here. Bahahaha “aw, number seven.”
Oh yeah, she ran away once, and found sleeping under a porch with the rats , so we were told. Oh and she is the one with the dart…wood eye? And she is the one who taught me how to get money from a newspaper box stand. Oh and she is the one who told the baby to throw his poopy diaper at the oldest sister while she was sleeping? Poohy face. Lol. Oh it was not funny. Well? And she is the one handing me a small pickle and saying, can you see Doug? “Yes.” Throw this pickle at him. I missed hitting anyone else and we ducked under the table laughing like barking Seals. She’s the one who says. Do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it. “Okay shit!”
What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?
I believe I was eleven-years of age when I was asked, “if you had a million dollars what would you do,” and without any hesitation I said, “ I will have hundreds of babies and love them the way I wish mommy loved me.”
Sure they all laughed at me. “That’s dumb,” they said, “I’m going to buy my own fishing rod.” Yeah a lot of stuff like that was mentioned, we were kids sooo.
As it turned out, when I reached my teenage years my monthly period had become extremely difficult, causing me to vomit for two to three days at a time keeping me bedridden for four days while the loss of blood became a problem, and the pain was unbearable enough that my dad took me to a doctor who in turn put me on birth control pills. In the end not only did this doctor put me on the strongest pill on the market? This pill caused me to have surgery.
When I woke from this operation they told me that sadly I may never have children.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😱 “Oh yeah?” I refused this and prayed and talked and cried and called into the Lord everyday begging and asking for children.
Shortly after my boyfriend and I married. Every year he would promise a child telling me to work hard and sign over my paycheques to him where he would save all the money up for the year to afford a baby-only he did not want children, he wanted woofers, motorcycles and new albums.
Eventually he started leaving me alone while he went bar hopping having the time of his life. I finally confronted him about his actions and he denied it all, eventually I ran away getting a divorce through the newspaper. Lol. Hilarious these French Judges.
So I’m now free to start again at the age of 23, after four years of signing over my paycheque to a husband who had no respect for me and now living with my mom who said, “come live here and take a year off.”
Then days later living at my mom’s house. I am introduced to my siblings friends, where we all went out for some drinks and dancing. Yes my mom too along with her man, at the same time I’m just not into it, I wanted a life with children.
But my family is persistent and would NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. So out we went. Long story short my goal came into existence, Bahahaha. I won’t get into the specifics and you can read into the story anything you wish, but I ended up with child, the happiest day of my life, reaching my one and only goal.
I married the guy and had two more babies. It’s not a hundred babies- a little far fetched, but it was my goal and I did it. Well with help. 🤓 lol.
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.
Talking. Communicating with your partner. Complaining when there is, something to speak your mind about.
Oddly enough I was taught to SHUT UP & SIT DOWN-with the back of the hand to the head or hit with a belt or stick with every word spoken<>>>that would be nine hits or seven depending on if she said, “I told you to shut up and sit down rather, I said shut up and sit down.” Always great full when she did not have a speech …😮💨 never sure if she stopped hitting when she ran out of words or just tired of swinging, lol.
It’s okay I never cried during lessons only when I was called stupid and good for nothing and will always be good for nothing. Yeah my feelings hurt 1000 times more than any lickens’ ever did. Don’t forget I was hit by car twice, so what is a stick or belt going to do to me?
I always only said… “are you finished & can I go to bed now?” Man oh man that made her mad. Bahahaha-made me mad too. But I learned well to keep my mouth shut, that never goes away.
I wish I was taught to voice my opinions when I was young, being quite causes a shit load of problems for ever after, ruining two marriages. That I did not learn how to speak out without receiving painful consequences…both husbands, in the end said that I allowed them to walk all over me, where they had no respect for me at all.
🤷♀️ Is that what they call bitches…complaining all the time, nitpicking, finding faults, cutting you up all day long? I can not be like that…that I am the woman and know my duties as a woman should not the man?
I wish I learned to defend myself when I was young, with my words. I’m not talking about cussing, I do not swear, I do not need to, I have those eyes, that dangerous look.
Tell you what though, I taught my children when they were young to say what they mean and mean what they say. None of that making people guess crap, some people can guess you right into jail.
Me no speak it confrontation. Lol. Unless I know I’m RIGHT. Then and only then I will not shut up. 🥸
The End.
Oh wait a minute…I wish I learned how to type without looking at the typewriter/keyboard. Oh, but then I would have to of learned how to properly pronounce the alphabet. 🧐 sack eh, there is always something.
Okay, evening-before nightfall-the start of sunset, what will I be doing? Cleaning!
I will be away from the house until 6:00 PM. Where during my absence, the children will be home from school, where anything can happen.
“Anything?”
Anything.
“Anything??”
Yes anything…
“ANYTHING!!!”
😶 No not anything…no deaths, rapes, murders…no police at the door, nothing drastic okay.
“So not anything.”
Okay fine, that I will not be home to have supper ready for the kids when they walk in the door…the kids will be making attempts at feeding themselves, dishes left all over the kitchen & living room, uneaten food here-there or left out on the cupboard or table or stove. The milk just sitting there and book bags on the living room chairs or table, sweaters thrown about, the door to the downstairs opened and piss everywhere from that yucky little boy-teacup Yorky dog. Anything and everything like that!
“Better than anything.”
Fine, now that you get the picture, this evening I will be cleaning up, then washing dishes, mopping the floors, picking up clothes before I can sit down and watch one more episode of ONE PIECE-a cute little PIRATE show where young kids got strange powers, and growing up, now in search of a long lost treasure.
Two of the kids here watch it with me, so far for the last three evenings.
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