Worst day of my life

One of the worst days of my life was the Saturday before I was to be married. I no longer have any of those photos so I have put our senior class photo here. Rodderick is on the second row to the right, in the middle. I am on the bottom row on the left side, second to the last person.

Brother, David and his wife Penny arrived on Saturday of my wedding weekend. Soon afterward he and Frances came to my bedroom and started in on me.

It was my chores to keep that large farmhouse clean. Floors, sweeping mopping, clean bathrooms etc, etc. I had already cleaned the bathroom, plus the rest of the house and swept and mopped it. Frances never allowed me to help cook dinner, or do laundry.

David decided I was not doing enough to help Frances. Those two made me do other chores. SO I was made to work all day and had gone to bed exhausted. I was too exhausted to even wash my hair, which was an absolute necessity. Those two came into the bedroom and flipped on the overhead light and got me out of bed to go and clean out the refrigerator.

I have never seen a refrigerator so full of foods she and Charles cooked all week. Charles made the worst messes. It took a few hours to get the whole mess cleaned up.

I suppose I might, on looking back consider it a fitting beginning for the special hell that was to come from marrying such a person as Roderick Richard Garrett.

I was a sad looking sight on my wedding day.

The next morning as I stood and looked at Roderick standing at the alter I suddenly felt panicked at what I was about to do and I knew I should definitely not marry him. I fully believe it was my Heavenly Father who let me realize that fact. Then I looked at Frances and David and deeply felt I could not go back out to the farm with those two. A choice between the devil and the deep blue sea. I made the wrong choice, one of many that were to come, I must sadly say.

The teachers who all knew all of the students on a personal level, tried to interfere and dissuade my marrying Roderick, to no avail, sadly. Frances had no desire to stop the marriage.

I had planned to go to college after graduation, instead, I married Duffus. Frances was finally rid of me. Around other people, she did always pretend to like me and made the obvious motions mothers do with a child they have born. Whatever. She even put the show on for Roderick. As soon as he and I divorced that charade stopped. She became the enemy she had always been and I still loved and respected her.

Marriage to him was an experience I could have gladly foregone.

Patricia

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