Jaspur's She Stories

She had become so jaded.  She had reached 40 years old.  She had achieved her dream of marriage and family.  It seemed like she should be at that place, the happily ever after she had dreamed of, had been striving and working for.  She had the house on the cul-de-sac, the lush back yard, the minivan, summer afternoons at the pool, and church every Sunday.  She loved her children fiercely, rearing them was her focus.  Her spouse, well she had no point of reference on that.  But she knew it was a lot better than whatever she had as a kid, which was a sort of revolving door fathering.  She was being told, and so she figured, that their marriage was a normal one.  Normal challenges.  Normal hurdles.  Her day to day had turned into survival mode.   Same schedule, same players, same numb routine,   but still a level of chaos that she could never calm.   The last three years since the 4 th child had been born; had drawn h...

After sneaking around apartment and fearfully watching the mom gather items from her bedroom, the three of them sprinted down the stairs and loaded into the car.   It didn’t feel safe until they had pulled out of the carport and travelled the three blocks to make a right turn onto the street of the little house she shared with her mother.     From that day on, the girls played like sisters.   This was fun because they were already such good friends.   They shared her bedroom, went to school together, and hung out basically all the time.   Suddenly they were roommates, like Three’s Company but with four people and no boys.    It was just so much fun after being the only child in an adult world for so long.   They played Barbie dolls, built Legos, played dress up and watched Solid Gold together on the little TV in the back room.      Her friend had the Speak and Spell; and so now that toy lived at their house!   They dance...