Anyways, I loved hanging out with her. We would always play card games together. She taught me rummy, euchre, hearts, spades and many others. Thats all she had for us to do at her house. She didnt have a computer or video games for us or anything like that. There was just somthing about her that made us get along so well. It was like we understood each other. I didnt understand then. I knew she never had a husband and for all I know she never had a boyfriend. When I was in my teens she once told me that she was bullied horribly when she was a young girl by her sisters and other kids. I always thought that was what our bond was.
When I was a second year student nurse I was stood by the nurses station with a third year student nurse who was also male. I don’t know where the staff nurses were probably having a smoke. Anyway a very embarrassed looking gentlemen sidled up to the desk and said “I’m very sorry but the lady opposite my mother is er, how do I say this, er playing with herself” The third year looks at me and I said “Don’t look at me Mate you’re the senior” Anyway we both wander down to the bay where six beds are facing each other three in a row. Sure enough there is an elderly lady strumming away for all she’s worth, and being quite vocal about it.
Now if this were today I would probably just draw the curtains and let her get on with it. The colleague however decided he was going to intervene on her fun. He approached her front on and said “Now, now dear you shouldn’t be doing that in front of the visitors” Her answer to this was to fling her arms around my colleague. He tried to pull away for her but only managed to pull her up onto him, where she managed to get a really good grip and started shouting “[email protected]#£ me!” At the top of her lungs. The visitors were transfixed in a mixture of horror and incredulity whilst she ground herself against him while he squealed “Get her off me!”
Customer in front of me is about the same size as the artist. So I’m standing in line waiting to make a purchase and the artist is helping the person in front of me and making idle chit chat. Something about their dating lives and the customer was disappointed that their last date didn’t want a second date. So the artist looked straight at me while comforting the customer ahead of me and said “don’t worry honey that’s not a real man. real men love meat, bones are for dogs”. the customer said NOTHING about her weight with the date in question. artist lost my sale and got permanently banned from selling at that event.
Even in our 18th year, we are still very much in love, and can’t hide it. We still keep exchanging flirty texts and calls. We still enjoy each other’s company like going on a concert, chilling in a bar, videoke, watching a movie, going on a gym, marathons, roadtrips, outing, work-related outing, etc. We still love surprising each other. whether material or effort. At home, we still kiss frequently, dance suddenly with love, laugh loudly even the children are watching. He is still the man I fall in love with and vice versa.
It wasnt until after she died that I found out more about her childhood. Her and my other aunt were both hurt by their father. Horribly. I don’t think they ever got over it. My grandma was a twin with my other aunt but her father didn’t touch her. None the less she was scarred by the events all the same. My other aunt also never married and i dont know if there was ever a man in her life either. I was also severely abused by my father. Not in the same way my aunt was but it left me scarred as well. I was also sexually assaulted by two seperate people very close to me as a child.