The second house wasn't a good idea, huh? I was curious about your draft number being #7, mine was # A1. How do the numbers work, do you know? I always thought # A1 meant you next. Veit Nam ended when I turned 18, so didn't get drafted then. Tried to sign up with my brother Bobby, when I was 16, but my mother or father wouldn't sign me up. This brings another thought to my mind, when I was 14 you could get your driver's license, and at 16 they changed it to 16 years old. Then at 18, you could buy any alcohol, and when I hit 21 years old, they changed it to you had to be 21 years old to buy it.
A1 was the classification. The number I was referring to was the draft lottery, which went by birth date. The draft lottery was the single good thing that Ted Kennedy did during his many years in the U.S. Senate. At least we knew what was coming and could plan for it.
Oh, ok was wondering about that. Yeah, Ted didn't do much to help at all, like the dry foot law he got passed, it changed Miami FL. forever.
I would be more assertive and speak my mind instead of meekly allowing people to dominate me. I'm not bothered about being liked, but I do want to be treated with respect. No-one respects a victim.
Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if I had stayed married to my first husband. We were young and stupid, but when I look back I occasionally wonder if we gave up too easily. We had two sons together and I sometimes think about what the divorce actually cost them emotionally as little guys, though they turned out to be fine young men. Not sure I'd actually want to change my life, but I have wondered.
I have given a lot of thought to this thread. My beloved daughter had bipolar disorder. There were many times when everything was normal. Times when the highs kicked in. Times when the lows kicked in. The normal times were wonderful. The highs were fabulous. But the lows were so, so low. And the only thing I could do was sit and hold her when she cried. If I had never given birth to her, she wouldn't have suffered the lows. I wouldn't have suffered the lows. But we wouldn't have had the good times, either. If I could go back, would I have had her? I honestly don't know. Maybe it's a good thing we don't have do-overs.
When children are involved, I definitely can see where that would cross your mind. I guess my first thought; is what kind of man your husband was, or turned out to be, would give me a clue as to whether it would've worked. We make wrong decisions sometimes, especially when we are young.
This would be one of the hardest decisions anyone could ever have made. I agree with you that maybe do-overs; on that one, wouldn't be good for anyone. They say God, will not put more on us than we can handle, but sometimes I wonder about that. Not sure I should; but I do.
I would have kept my first husband home the day he died. I would not have been so hard on my autistic daughter trying to 'fix' her.