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Cindy and I had been in love since I can remember. It was
what used to be called puppy love at first and then grew as we grew.
The problem was, she was dictated to by her father and I
always deferred to my mother. Her father
wanted her to marry the son of a perspective business partner and my mother
wanted me to marry the daughter of a sorority sister for society purposes.
I hated the daughter of the sorority sister but again
deferred to my mother as far as to go to the ante-room where the groom waited
for the wedding to begin and then I rebelled and said; no.
I left the church but her brothers and cousin found me and
threaten me with violence if I didn’t go through with the wedding. I still
vehemently refused and that was when I ended up badly beaten in the box car.
Cindy refused to marry her father’s choice and waited for me.
Well there you have our story up to where we went on our
Perhaps an added postscript here is in order. We now have
three children and we shun most of the societal idiocy and have a few friends
We were threatened with being disinherited but realizing
that our money was coming from our grandparents and they couldn’t do anything
After the grandparents on both sides threaten to disinherit them
if they pursued the path they were on - - that settled our parents down.
There was one final issue you might be interested in and
that was the brothers and cousin of the sorority sister’s daughter, were found
beaten quite severely by a bearded man using a bat who was never found. Each of
them are impaired in some fashion for the rest of their life.
I visit the pig farm every couple of years and have taken my
kids with me once. Cindy refuses to go after the first time she went.
The last time I went, I was alone and Mary flashed her naked
form to remind me of what I (thankfully) had missed.
I haven’t been back since and have no plans to return.