Heartbreaker in training
When I was thirty-two I used to visit my grandmother. She often babysat my girl cousin and we would play frisbee on my grandparent,s huge front yard.
Living next door was a very pretty twelve-year-old girl and we'd toss the frisbee three-way. My cousin was pretty but this neighbor girl was gorgeous like her mother who was only thirty-two herself.
The girl was a b**** in training like her mother. Listening to this kids mother raise H*** at her then third husband was not a good experience.
The pretty girl was a bully. She would if you didn't watch her put pine straw down the back of my cousin's neck and would sometimes refuse to give the frisbee back. Sometimes a less attractive little girl came over and the pretty girl would make fun of her.
I'd get in the middle of this. I would not allow her to bully the other children and I would often lecture her.
One day while visiting my grandparents while my cousin was not there the mean little bully came over. I believe her intention was to try to get under my skin and in her own mean little way and bully me an adult.
I didn't let her childish insults bother me. I instead predicted her future.
I referred to her as a heartbreaker in training. I told her that her good looks would have many a boy wanting to date her. She would break the hearts of the boys she rejected. I told her that unless she wanted to end up like her mother who had three husbands and counting she had better quit trying to push people around.
Ok thirty-seven years later with her now being forty-eight and me sixty-nine guess what?
She's on hubby number four. By some odd coincidence, we still live fairly close to each other and we sometimes have drinks together in a bar here in town.
She often talks about our conversations at my grandmothers and she says I must be a prophet. I said because what happened was too predictable for me not to know. I am sympathetic to her and I try to comfort her by saying that she was raised to think men were people you could scream at and cuss and that she wasn't entirely to blame.
She's raising three boys by three different fathers and I told her that having boys was better than girls in her situation because boys are tougher than girls and are less likely to be heart breakers.
Her oldest son is working on wife number three.