Reply #57: That's kind of hard to answer

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When I was 11, I was supposed to get engaged to a Native American who lived with my grandparents. I guess it wasn't so serious, but I thought it was, then. When I was 14 I got a boyfriend I kept til I was 18, but he loved me much more than I loved him. I dumped him when I fell in love with another man, and we lasted a whole two months, because he didn't love me. Next time I fell in love, it was when I was 21 and he was 16, and that lasted a month. Lasted until he ran off with my brother, although whether or not they were lovers I will probably never know. I have my suspicions. Finally I met my husband of 14 years when I was 22, and married him when I was 23. And that's the end of the story, or at least that's all I'm telling.