Happy…Unhappy

I was happy to be born the oldest of six children and the first grandchild who was treated like a princess by my parents, aunts and grandmother.

I was unhappy to be the oldest of six children who always had to set the good example, take care of the younger kids and give up when there wasn’t enough to go around.

I was unhappy when Dad said “college is a waste for girls.”

I was happy when I went anyway, having a late adolescence, finally free from the surveillance of my policeman father.

I was happy to get married and move to Upper Michigan with my husband and help him start his construction business.

I was unhappy being an interloper in an isolated, rural area where no one would talk to you unless they’d known your family for three generations.

I was unhappy to divorce my Vietnam vet husband who had an obsession for guns and drinking.

I was happy to leave the UP and return to “civilization” and graduate school.

I was happy to get married again then move to Eagle River with my retired husband and start the last job of my career.

I was unhappy to be an interloper again both in my new job and in another isolated, rural small town.

I was unhappy to get divorced and have to start over once again.

I was happy to retire and finally no longer have deadlines, responsibilities and expectations.

I was happy to leave Eagle River and return to “civilization.”

I’m happy to accept what has happened in my life as opportunities and to know I’m doing just fine.

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