Seems like my mind gets frozen up on Sundays for some reason. Guess that may be due to being forced to follow my parents’ religion for too long. I still believe in God, but never believed in the United Church of Christ’s way of worship. Converted to the Methodist way of worshipping God. Now that I am a happily married adult you would think I would have grown out of those old lessons that were beat into me. Married a Catholic just to piss my father off. Actually, I like my husband, so I converted him out of Catholicism.
We just don’t go to church any more due to his work schedule. My husband is a wonderful person, who takes care off my health needs. I was not used to that behavior by an adult male before. Women were always thought of as second class citizens where I grew up. My father always treated, and still does, my mother as his personal slave, who produced more workers for him. Thankfully, her body gave out after producing 3 kids, me, followed by my two little brothers, each of us 3 years apart.
Not a bad work force for a family farm. His father produced 4 boys. My father produced only 2 boys. My mother was the only one in her family to attend and graduate from college. I went away to college as soon as I could. I wasn’t even 18 when I left home on a scholarship to South West Missouri state University. It met my requirement of being at over 4 hours away from home. I lost the other scholarship I had won that only applied if I went to a school in the state of Illinois.
The scholarship to the school in MO was much larger than the one offered in IL. I ended up meeting my husband in MO, so it was obviously a better choice. If I hadn’t have gone I would have never met him or made the friends that I made at my first full time employer.
One of the friends I met at my first time employer ended up litterally saving my life. She had her husband contact the local police where I lived because I was going to commit suicide. Got locked up in a mental ward for a few days. Not fun. Won’t try it again!
I never became the astronaut I wanted to be, but I found out during my first year of college that I was too short for the job anyway. Guess my teachers in high school didn’t want me to know I was too short to go into outer space.
Saint P. Blogging 
lemme know if complaining about family works. i need something substantial to break down the block. someone told me once to just write about the block … maybe that’s kinda what you’re doing here .. i dunno. no problem can’t be cured with enough explosives ….
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