Oh, just remembered-- my grandmother was between husbands, but this guy was with someone, I think. He's never married, but he's been with one woman for, like, thirty years.
Maybe they didn't overlap... ?
Geez, Grandma.
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Oh, just remembered-- my grandmother was between husbands, but this guy was with someone, I think. He's never married, but he's been with one woman for, like, thirty years.
Maybe they didn't overlap... ?
Geez, Grandma.
That's really tough. I think I would actually give it to the family friend, and he can decide what to do about it. It becomes entirely upon his conscience, and not yours.
I've actually thought, from time to time, how glad I am that this guy wasn't my grandfather. Grandma dated him when she first went to college, but then dumped him for my grandpa, who got her pregnant. (They were 18. In 1954. SCANDAL.)
I'm glad, because my grandfather, with all his wildfire-not-fleeing and can't-stop-lecturing-against-religion-for-one-damn-family-dinnerness, is a brilliant and respectable man, while this other guy is a total nut.
But now I can be glad that he was never my step-grandfather. If he'd gone back to her like he promised, she might not have married Wick, that wonderful man who told me all those lame jokes a few pages back. I really loved him.
True, but it probably wouldn't damage any relationship with him, since a relationship doesn't really exist. Correct me if I'm wrong, Mara. I would do this because there wouldn't be the possibility of breaking grandfather's heart lying on my conscience, even though it wasn't my fault. In my opinion, burying the truth by destroying the letter shouldn't be my choice; it's not my truth, it just inadvertently came to me.
Hmmm. I've put it back in the book for right now. I don't know what I'll do with it. There's no way I'd show my grandfather. They were divorced by then, true, but this is his friend, and it might make things awkward.
I have to say that changing the way you think about things is one of the hardest things to do in the world.
For years now I've tried to change some of my views and values, but I just can't. Even though I know they're wrong, and I know it's wrong of me to think them, I just can't change.
It's frustrating and makes me feel quite alienated.
My great-grandmother on the other side was the daughter of a Methodist minister, left her husband for a lover, divorced, dumped the lover, had a lesbian affair with a famous authoress, and ended up marrying one of her former high school English students, divorced him, and was a terrible mother. But we all love reading her memoirs.
This was in the 1940s, too.
Here, therefore, is the religious history of my (Mother's) family:
G-G-Gparents: Devout Methodists.......G-G-Gparents: Devout Presbyterians
G-Gparents: Renegade...................... G-Gparents: Devout Presbyterians
Grandfather: ATHIEST....................... Grandmother: Athiest
Leading to:
Uncle: Born-again fundamentalist Christian, three extremely devout children
Aunt: (deceased) Born-again fundamentalist Christian
Mother: Mormon, one child deceased, three extremely devout, one not religious
Funny world.
Here is the divorce history of my family, maternal-paternal line:
Great-Grandparents: DIVORCED, three remarriages, two additional divorces
Grandparents: DIVORCED, three remarriages, two widowhoods
Parents: DIVORCED, two remarriages
Me: Unmarried and kinda relieved about it when I make lists like this.
My father has been through more marriages than I have been on dates.
Nah. I see my dad maybe once or twice a year and talk to him only slightly more than that (more his fault than mine these days). In fact, I didn't hear about his most recent wedding until a couple days after it happened (though I met her once before they got married, and I liked her better than anyone else he's been with since my mom).
I would like to have sex with Stacy London.
In the checkout line at the grocery store, there was a couple in front of me who had a bottle of Southern Comfort, and a box of condoms. Well, I appreciate their honesty.
Lombard Street was recently turned into a life-sized Candyland game. :cool:
My grandmother on my mother's side is in the final stages of Alzheimer's. She cannot swallow.
Herm.
I'm so sorry. :sad:
That's terrible. I'm so sorry.
My great-grandmother, the one with all the wild adventures, died of Alzhiemer's.
My grandmother, who is losing her memory, has not been given a solid diagnosis. They run test after test and can't tell her what is wrong. It's mostly her short term that is affected, although minor things from her past are gone, too.