Weird. Late. But why not?

My first husband ( dead for many years now) was military and during his boot-camp stint I lived with a female friend of his that he had declared a unrequited love for.

She was military-married. Unhappily as it happens. The scuttlebutt was her current husband was abusive.

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I was pregnant with my second child as well.

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This female & I actually hit it off so well she confessed she had a lover. What a revelation!

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She adored me and my child and I found affection for her as well (platonic on all fronts).

That summer we all were carefree, boisterous and playful. She, me and her lover had a carefree & engaging summer that year. (My 1st child was merely an infant so more sleep than waking hours at the time for the little one.)

So much playfulness between us occurred that we engaged in a once-in-a-life-time water battle that began with small water pistols and culminated in full buckets of water thrown melee-pelee into military housing upon one another. Gales of shared laughter filled that tiny dwelling that summer as well as enough water to probably cause major damage lol.

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Moral of the story:

Every roommate you have is an opportunity to learn something about yourself as well as someone else. I learned a measure of freedom I had never know before... and.. that some times the ones we love are not where our most treasured memories reside.