My Life as a Tortured Wife
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It was a beautiful late summer day in September. The year was 1956. This is when I was born. At that time I had an older sister, but in a few years, I had a younger brother. My parents were both amazing, and life was good. We lived in Kansas City, Missouri, but at a young age, my father was transferred to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Again, life was good. We were all so happy there. Albuquerque is a beautiful city with its huge mountains and almost perfect weather. In Kansas City, Missouri, a lot of times the humidity can be 90100 percent. In Albuquerque the average is about 10 percent. Like I said, we were all so happy there and we lived in a huge adobe house on a corner lot that actually even had a guest house. At one point, my grandparents on my dads side moved into it. To visit my grandparents, I simply walked outside and over to their house.
