The Sisterhood And The Monkee

youngal 001This is what Hungarian Work Horse looked like when I met him. Little does he know but he was the reason my sister Linda and I had one of the biggest fights in our life.

As you know girls can be territorial when it comes to things and my sisters and I were no different. Linda and I made a pact when we were teens that we would never date someone the other one had. I really don’t know why now but I guess at the time we must have thought it was important. She was probably worried that they might tell me she picked her nose or something and I already had enough stuff on her that she could have been sent to prison for years. We never had a problem until this guy came along. At the time I was in love or so I thought with this Mexican boy and she had her sights set on my Hungarian Work Horse(even though he wasn’t mine at the time).The Mexican boy and Work Horse were friends when Linda and I liked them and they would walk about ten miles to our house to see us. We would be so scared we were going to get in trouble because Mom wasn’t home we would send them packing. I remember one time in the winter they weren’t even there for five minutes. I can’t believe they even came back once but they did.

As time went on both of us got over the boys and went on with our life. Then one night I was at a party and the next thing I knew I was sitting on a picnic bench with this Davy Jones look a like from my sisters past. He had grown his hair out and it was longer than mine. He was so cute and so very shy. I am sure if he hadn’t had a few toddies he would have never had the courage to even talk to me. I think because he was a little more relaxed than usual his shyness wasn’t a problem. He asked if I remembered when he walked to my house to see Linda and of course I did. He told me that he just wanted to see me not Linda and I was shocked. My sister Linda was and still is one of the prettiest girls in our family. I never thought I was much to look at so it was so surprising to me that he would want to see me and not her. He asked me out and I said yes. It was like he wanted the ugly stepsister and not Cinderella. It goes to show you that love can be blind. You might say I took the last train to Clarksville that night and never looked back.

It was a few weeks later that Linda and I were in our bedroom and I pleaded my case about going out with Davy,I mean Hungarian Work Horse. I had been sneaking around with him and my nerves couldn’t take it anymore. She was furious with me and we started hollering. The name calling was at an all time high. We might have even threw a fist or two. A flash back of red marks on someone’s neck just flew in. Good gravy were we CHOKING each other? I couldn’t understand how she could be mad because she didn’t even like him anymore and hadn’t for a long time and she was dating someone else. That’s the way it was with us. We loved each other hard and when we were mad we were mad at each other hard. I know now that she wasn’t mad at me because I liked this guy, she was mad because I broke a promise to her and that was something we just didn’t do. The sisterhood was our sanctuary and I had put a dent in it.

It seems like forever ago that day happened and now I laugh about it but it shows the true character of my sister Linda. She might blow when something happens but she truly is the most forgiving person I have ever met in my life. I get mad when people hurt her and hold on to it longer than she does. She is the best sister anyone could ask for and I still learn from her forgiveness. I love her with all of my heart and always will. When God made her He broke the mold. She loved me even when a Monkee wrench got thrown in. I guess it didn’t hurt that she got the best brother-in-law in the world either. Blessings everyone.

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