GOD WAS ALWAYS THERE, BUT I WAS TOO BUSY TO PAY ATTENTION - BIO OF MYSELF

Because the stories my sister and brother seem to remember about our relationships are so different from mine, they were like we never lived together. They do explain the depth of our personal, political, and emotional difference and are clear indications why it appears we are from entirely different backgrounds.
I was a pretty child, fussy about myself, scared of my shadow, but obedient. It appeared as if, even in those days my body talked to me. It told me what not to eat, something my mother never understood when the doctor told her it was doing, but she never gave up nagging me about food, and everything else.
My sister always criticized me but not until my father’s funeral, did I learn why. She believed my father liked me more than he did her. How sad and improbable, but too late to be repaired. Like all children, we both needed love. How we went about getting it
led us in entirely different life styles, both complicated and difficult to relate healthily to each other. We never succeeded. Try as I would, this problem lasted our entire lives.
My friends filled my requirements with like interests in serious reading, discussions, (not arguments, no matter whether you were a leftist or rightist), music, current events, and the world around us.
As a “taking care of details person,” I expanded even further in my interests when I met my future husband, a man so different from anyone I had ever known until then. He was a Military Intelligence Officer, had been divorced,with one daughter. After three meetings, we “subtly” realized we had fallen in love but did not reach the stage of being able to talk about it.
When he left for Europe to fulfill his responsibility as a GI, I doubted I would hear from him. My excitement was enormous when I received a letter from him, while he was still sailing on his trip to Europe, that said “When I return, if we both feel the same way, I will ask you to marry me.” He did. We were married as soon as he returned.
My simple life became so complicated, with unusual circumstances that it required the wisdom which I was not sure I had in order to make the correct chioces. As I look back now, I find it difficult to believe that I was capable of making them myself, and they turned out to be correct. Or was God helping, but was I too busy to realize it? Years later, as my life slowed down,and maturity well in place, I realized it was God’s hand in my life that helped me through my days of hard choices.