I'm thinking we might be, the three of us, triplets.
Given up at birth, knocked around the foster home system for most of the next four years. Adopted by a couple who, I've come to believe, wanted children because all their friends had some. Dad was a functioning alcoholic which, in the 50's and 60's, was more common than not for lower middle class families. The alcohol helped blot out what their lives had NOT turned out to be.
Dad had decided early on what my career was going to be. I was going to go to Michigan Tech in the upper peninsula and come out a metallurgical engineer. I hate cold, I really hate snow, and working in a factory my whole life wasn't anything I'd ever imagined. A vet? Yup, love animals. An oceanographer? Yeah, always loved the water. His response was easy to interpret, "get the fuck out, I don't care what you do but you'll get no help from me. The day you graduate high school you're on your own you ungrateful little shit."
Per Riff, several questionable career choices later and after a much too soon marriage was over I finally, in 1999, found my true calling and spent the final 21 years of my working life looking forward to going to work every day. Liz and I found each other almost 16 years ago to the day. Finally found some birth family at the end of 2019 and that's worked out better than expected.
Liz wonders why I'm such an early riser. I had to think about that myself because I'm far enough into retirement that it's not just "habit" any more. I figured it out. It's simply a matter of being so happy that I look forward to and want to see what the day holds. There were long periods in my life when that wasn't the case...
Quoting: Larry D. Croc Make it quads.
I started University at age 15, as i was getting in trouble in school. Boredom and teachers/admins who did not know how to deal with a very high IQ
GIRL. I was on dance team -- a nerd who could dance, but as soon as pep rallys or games were over, I was an outcast again. That's fine, as I preferred D&D over attempting to communicate with the banal and mundane.
Anyway, back in town for a few days.
Funny story:
Last weekend was at beach with Mr. LJS to do some property maintenance before high season starts end of February.
One evening, we go out to a music scene place to listen to a band we really like. Band starts at 9, we are having a great evening listening and dancing. About 11pm, Mr. LJS goes to the bathroom. He is not gone more than 30-45 seconds and some guy comes up to me and says, "You still hangin' with that dude?" My responds: "do you typically wait for men to go to the bathroom so you can hit on their wives?". I then turned my back on him as i hear the lady at the next table burst out laughing.
Bonehead probably made an incel, "I hate women" thread the next day.
I mean, WTF???!!!!! We both wear wedding rings, and mine are impossible to miss, unless blind. It is an insulting implication that I would even entertain a conversation in my husband's absence.
Ugh, humans ..............
