My parents were married for 60 years.
It’s complicated. My mother got married because she got pregnant at 17 while still a high school student. Back in those days, girls were kicked out of school if that happened. My eldest sister was born of that union, and then they had a second child, my eldest brother. My mother stayed married to their father only for a short while, I do not know how long. Shortly after that marriage imploded, I came along, I am not the product of that marriage nor of that pair of people. Shortly after that, my younger brother came along, the product of yet a different producer. [By “shortly after that”, I truly mean the three of us boys are each 13 months apart, born in September, October, and November of three consecutive years.]
When I was four, my mother married my stepfather, and when I was eleven,
my youngest sister came along. My mother and stepfather divorced when I was fourteen after ten years of being married to each other. Neither of them remarried, and he passed away about fifteen years ago.
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