The injustices started at an early age. It was 1979 & I was 8 going on 16 spending the summer at the cottage along with the other families that go back 4-5 generations. I thought there would be nothing wrong with calling my then crush, now BFF & godfather to my children, an EFFING AHOLE - loudly, on the raft, in the middle of our bay for all of Madrona Drive to hear. My mother who has never reached a height of more than 5'1' loomed large on the patio & in a tone that could cut a diamond in half, requested my presence in the kitchen...immediately. I glared (she had no depth perception), dove off the raft, wondering what the wrath of Susan would be this time. All the while my brother, Tim, Phillip & his cousin Stephanie continued to laugh & have a good time. Honestly, it was exhausting being me.

I tried to explain to everyone, who would listen, that a grave injustice had transpired & letting Phillip get away with this was unacceptable, instead, I was grounded. That evening, per usual, Phillip walked down after dinner, & my Nana opened the door to him. Do you know he NEVER called me woman again??? (Well at least not in in the presence of my Nana anyway). Side note, that really is halo above my head.

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