Ek din bhaiya ka call aya mere gher me or unhone papa se bola ki mjhe gao jana h kyuki unke chacha ki death ho gyi h or kha ki bhabhi gher me akeli h ...r kha ki zara aplog dhyan rakhna.Bhabhi subh humare ghar aai or din ka khana bhi humare gher me hi khaya fir shamko jb jane lgi to meri mom ko bolke gyi ki ravi ko ratko humare gher sone bhej dena kyuki unhe akele dar lata h me jb shamko gherAya to mom ne kha ki tu bhabhi k gher sone chala jaio ye sun ker to mere mann me laddu footne lge mene. Yes, I’m hanging. That’s exactly how it feels, there’s me with a rope around my neck and she’s pushing me gently back and forth, I am swinging in the breeze of her voice. Sometimes I talk too of course, out loud, spontaneously, about something or other. Usually whenever there’s a gap. I wonder whether there is any way to shut her up which doesn’t involve gaffer tape or a blow on the head. Perhaps she’s as nervous as I am. My hand is smarting under the gauze that she applied, lovingly, as if I. I looked at it and saw what a fine, virile man he had grown into. I was filled with motherly and womanly love for my son. Proud he was my boy, my son. But also, appreciative of his masculinity, his manhood.The next night, fate entered into the equation. The hotel had no rooms with two beds. The only thing available was a room with one queen size. We took it and Josh said he would sleep on the sofa. Well when we got to the room there was no sofa only a couple of chairs. I told Josh not to worry. "Don't start whining about your situation to these young folks. We know about you and that jerk you've been with. There's no need to rain on their parade with your troubles." Don't worry, I'm not," Jeanette assured Maddy, receiving relieved looks from the other lady firefighters, who obviously knew of Jeanette's situation. "I think I got it out of my system by telling you guys last weekend, putting two bottles of Scotch through my system this week, and finishing off by getting a good.