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I met my second husband Jim about a year after a non-contested divorce. Jim was in his late forties and I, in my late twenties. His first wife had died from cancer, and I guess we just hit it off, even though there was a gap in our ages. I am unable to conceive children and he told me that already having a daughter and grandchildren was more than enough for him and he was content .He taught me to enjoy my life again, and his, and I fell madly in love with him. His daughter however was another matter. To say she disapproved was an understatement. Being a nurse she had moved back to his house when her mother had been diagnosed with cancer, to nurse her through the inoperable ordeal. I have the greatest respect for her, she did an admirable job of nursing her mother and looking after her father, who, when her mother finally passed away, was totally dependant on her. She and I being of an age I suppose made it hard for her to accept that I filled the place in her father’s life that her mother had. Lindsay was three years my junior in high school, who although popular, was always in trouble. I knew her more by sight than actual acquaintance; she left our school when I was in my final year. I forgot completely about her until I met Jim, and discovered that she was his daughter. Jim told me that Lindsay was an only child. Her childhood had been hard on her parents; she had gotten into more scrapes than your average teenager. She had been expelled from the school we had both attended, when a teacher in caught her with another girl, doing something young ladies aught not be doing, especially at school. She had been sent to a strict all girls school in Toronto, where her maternal uncle had overseen her. Jim explained that Lindsay had rebelled and had in fact run away with another girl. In his then ignorance, Jim had distanced himself and his wife from her, it caused them all a lot of pain. Over the years Lindsay had many affairs with women and Jim was ashamed of his lesbian daughter, and they had lost touch with her. One day she stood on doorstep with a baby on her hip. The baby boy had delighted and astounded Jim. To this day they are the closest of friends. Lindsay explained that her husband had abandoned them in New York and that she was destitute. She and baby Alan had stayed with them until she had completed a degree in nursing. Lindsay began and continued (very discreetly) an affair, and finally moved in with a female college professor. First pretending to be housemates then finally coming out. Jim and his wife had adjusted to their daughter’s lifestyle choice, and doted on their grandson, grateful to have both in their lives. The liaison with the professor had ended soon after Jim’s wife had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. Lindsay and Alan had moved back home and she nursed her mom with love and tenderness till she finally passed away. I met Jim about a year after his wife’s death. At about the same time, Lindsay met, and was dating, our local mechanic, a man two years older than Lindsay who Jim approved of as a stepfather for his only grandson; evidently they had met at a church picnic. As I said, Jim and I had hit it off right from |
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