My dad is away on a business trip, so my mom and I had dinner by ourselves tonight. All through dinner and for two hours after, my mom told me stories of when she went to graduate school, the men who liked her, her first husband, her divorce, and a little bit about my dad’s family. Back when my mom was in graduate school (1967), twenty apples and oranges (mix and match) were one dollar, and a hamburger was 25 cents!
Here is one of the more romantic stories. There was a guy who had a girlfriend in Taiwan and was simultaneously trying to pursue my mom when they both were in graduate school in Missouri. When a friend of his girlfriend found out he liked my mom, word got around and he was pressured into marrying his girlfriend so that she wouldn’t lose him. Before he flew back to Taiwan, he sent a letter to my mom saying how reluctant he was to fly home. This guy didn’t even date my mom, he just liked her!
Despite the previous paragraph, my mom has been through some really rough times. The mental and physical abuse she went through during her first marriage (mostly caused by her first husband’s manipulative father) would have broken many women. My mom said that if she didn’t have the support of her friends at that time, she might have commit suicide.
I’m glad she didn’t.
