Time of Muskrat Love
My sister is a child of the 70s. She’s the first born, and the only girl out of six children.
I only have a few memories of my sister as a teenager. I remember her listening hours and hours on a portable phonograph to the Carpenters and Cher. My stronger memories are of how poor a driver she was. She tended to bump into things a lot. She backed into a brick wall in our carport, and it was never rebuilt. She had a couple fender benders, luckily no one was injured.
Although it’s not spoken of much in our family, my sister embraced the sexual revolution.
Boys were a huge part of her life. She liked the bad boys. The ones always on the edge of trouble, but could be cleaned up for the introductions to my father. Not that my father was strict, he was pretty laid back.
One of the boys she was dating was called Charles. I never really got to know Charles that well. My sister became pregnant and married Charles. They started out with very little, making the best of it like most young couples. They had a beautiful daughter (Gigisparkle), who is by far my favorite niece and best friend. More on Gigi in later posts.
Unfortunately, my sister’s marriage was short lived. To this day, I am uncertain what caused its failure. She met a truck driver, named Philip, soon afterwards and married him. They stayed together for almost 10 years, until they split. The next decade, she had been married twice more. She’s currently single, and needs to stay that way.
I have always had a different viewpoint on marriage than my sister. She believes she needs to be married to be a successful person. It doesn’t matter if her partner is an abuser or drug user, he’s a man. Or rather, he’s a working penis. That’s what her latest relationships come down to; she needs to have someone to fuck.
After watching my sister flounder in one bad relationship after another, I’ve become very skeptical of marriage as a whole. My sister is desperate to find that special someone. Someone who can complete her life and bring her happiness. I know she’s looked very hard, never finding it. Every time she finds someone new, she tells us that “he’s the one”. That she felt the connection with him and it felt right from the start.
I believed her for the longest time. I knew that one day, that feeling would happen and I would know that I found the right person. A great epiphany would happen, and I would just know its right. With each failure observed from my sister, I began to believe this was a foolish way of viewing relationships. It’s a way for someone to try to convince themselves it’s the right person. In other words, the belief that you are going find someone and “just know” they are the “one” for you is such a bogus idea.
While lying next to SkyPrincess last night, she said that she always believed the same. She’s always heard people say when you meet the right person, you just know. That ability to fall in love with someone at first sight. She’s always heard this, and never believed it. Now it’s happened to her, and I realized I felt the same way.
It feels right.
Where we go from here, I’m not sure. We both want this to last. No rushing. Next weekend she’ll fly in and we are going to see Chronicles of Narnia, and perhaps a play. The following weekend I’ll fly to Dallas. I went into this weekend with uncertainty, all of which have evaporated.
Finally, a chance at happiness.
Mizike
I only have a few memories of my sister as a teenager. I remember her listening hours and hours on a portable phonograph to the Carpenters and Cher. My stronger memories are of how poor a driver she was. She tended to bump into things a lot. She backed into a brick wall in our carport, and it was never rebuilt. She had a couple fender benders, luckily no one was injured.
Although it’s not spoken of much in our family, my sister embraced the sexual revolution.
Boys were a huge part of her life. She liked the bad boys. The ones always on the edge of trouble, but could be cleaned up for the introductions to my father. Not that my father was strict, he was pretty laid back.
One of the boys she was dating was called Charles. I never really got to know Charles that well. My sister became pregnant and married Charles. They started out with very little, making the best of it like most young couples. They had a beautiful daughter (Gigisparkle), who is by far my favorite niece and best friend. More on Gigi in later posts.
Unfortunately, my sister’s marriage was short lived. To this day, I am uncertain what caused its failure. She met a truck driver, named Philip, soon afterwards and married him. They stayed together for almost 10 years, until they split. The next decade, she had been married twice more. She’s currently single, and needs to stay that way.
I have always had a different viewpoint on marriage than my sister. She believes she needs to be married to be a successful person. It doesn’t matter if her partner is an abuser or drug user, he’s a man. Or rather, he’s a working penis. That’s what her latest relationships come down to; she needs to have someone to fuck.
After watching my sister flounder in one bad relationship after another, I’ve become very skeptical of marriage as a whole. My sister is desperate to find that special someone. Someone who can complete her life and bring her happiness. I know she’s looked very hard, never finding it. Every time she finds someone new, she tells us that “he’s the one”. That she felt the connection with him and it felt right from the start.
I believed her for the longest time. I knew that one day, that feeling would happen and I would know that I found the right person. A great epiphany would happen, and I would just know its right. With each failure observed from my sister, I began to believe this was a foolish way of viewing relationships. It’s a way for someone to try to convince themselves it’s the right person. In other words, the belief that you are going find someone and “just know” they are the “one” for you is such a bogus idea.
While lying next to SkyPrincess last night, she said that she always believed the same. She’s always heard people say when you meet the right person, you just know. That ability to fall in love with someone at first sight. She’s always heard this, and never believed it. Now it’s happened to her, and I realized I felt the same way.
It feels right.
Where we go from here, I’m not sure. We both want this to last. No rushing. Next weekend she’ll fly in and we are going to see Chronicles of Narnia, and perhaps a play. The following weekend I’ll fly to Dallas. I went into this weekend with uncertainty, all of which have evaporated.
Finally, a chance at happiness.
Mizike
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