The first thing I wanted to be was not to be a girl, based on the difference in the lives I saw my parents lead. This was long before I’d learned about penises, so it wasn’t penis envy. That came later. Quite early on, I noticed Daddy had an enviable life, can Ming and going as he pleased. Mother knocked herself out to do things just the way he wanted. Should she guess wrong, she apologized and tried to make it up to him,, though that wasn’t easy. Daddy hunted, fished, rode horses, and did whatever he wanted to with his friends, coming home when he was ready. Daddy was always able to come up the money for horses, hunting dogs, hunting gear, and find the time to enjoy them. My brother and I loved tagging along with him since something exciting was always going on. He lived a great life which I totally admired.
Meanwhile, Mother cooked, cleaned, did total child care, of course, juggled the bills to keep food on the table and the lights on, made all our clothes, and took care of the garden, canning and freezing the produce. Mother never had to worry about leisure activities, since she had no leisure. Everytime she sat down, she went to sleep. I didn’t want anything to do with that situation.
Our social life revolved Daddy’s family. We spent holidays and weekends together. We saw Mother’s family once or twice a year, since they lived a couple of hundred miles away.l
When I was a kid, I had no intention of marrying to recreate the life of servitude my mother led. I thank God I didn’t.
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