My mother once told me that they never paid for groceries throughout the four years of their marriage. I remember the grocery store and those Saturday afternoon shopping trips with my mom pushing the grocery cart up one isle and down another. It's a cheap furniture store now. There was the meat counter where she picked out hamburger, chicken and pork chops. We eat meat every night and they were big meals with several courses. She was a good cook. And we always had dessert too. It was my job to set the table. I can still see her signing the credit slip for the groceries, never paying cash. The store owner went to our church and was friends with my step-dad. At some point, when my mom's relationship with my step-dad had soured, she had a meeting with the owner of the grocery store, requesting that he stop allowing her to charge groceries. She told him that he would never be paid for the groceries we bought on credit, week after week, year after year--that my step-dad would never make good on the bill. He told her not to worry, that her husband was a "good boy", that he trusted him whole heartedly. She felt like she had done her part, she had warned him and he chose not to heed her warning. She kept charging groceries and he never got paid. Years later he told her that he wished he had listened to her. He couldn't believe that my step-dad would cheat him.
Actually, I think I will put a little more of my story to print...As we've grown older, I've also grown to appreciate my brother and my sister more. Up to a point, before this current great divide with my sister. The feelings were mutual too. At least I think they were. My brother and I have become good friends over the years and we enjoy one another's company. It's not that we are super close and see each other all the time, but there is a mutual respect and we do visit fairly frequently and don't let too much time go by before we connect with a phone call. We've spent most Christmas Eves together over the last thirty years, along with some graduations, weddings, and a few other holidays and birthdays sprinkled in. He usually makes a point to come and visit me when he comes to town to visit our mother. We genuinely like, as well as love each other.
I've had good times with my sister also. When she lived in San Francisco and other parts of the bay area, we visited her often for many years and she always put us up. We also connected during her frequent visits with our mother and there were many shared, sweet moments and laughter. It warmed my heart getting closer with her over those years. I miss her.