But ask yourself this: when do I get to make a decision about my love life? If not today, when I'm past my eighteenth birthday, then when? Nineteen? T...enty-three? I think I was mature and self-aware at fifteen, personally, but OK. A hundred and fifty years ago I'd have chosen a husband by now, or had one chosen for me, be married with at least one child, and maybe another on the way. I'd be trusted to run a household while my man plowed the back forty or drove the herd to market. Did the last. The kid being naughty gave her a hard time. So this was her introduction and I didn’t get to know how she looked since we didn’t share any personal pics. It takes some time to get comfortable with a person before spilling any personal details.We were chatting normally and she used to say how unsatisfied her sex life is since her husband hardly devotes his time to her. I used to console her how she can satisfy herself. On one day the chat went like this. Let’s call her Akhila(name changed). Strangers - new families fresh to the frontier - stopped to stare as we passed their plots, for we must have been a novel sight for them. Eliza wrapped her shawl tighter and put her head down and marched onward even faster, for she drew their gaze as she did all of the coarser sex and she was as uncomfortable with their attention as ever.Finally we saw the familiar farm ahead and I cast an appraising look around, noticing the order, fertility, new outbuildings and prosperity it showed. Our. .... My replywas "THANKS .... but I suppose I should look at outdoor curtains, plantsor maybe even a hedge". I sat outside eating and wondering why he was soobsessed with me. There were a few gay clubs in town, why me and outhere? Tomorrow started another work week, so I read the newspaper,showered, slipped into my gown and went to bed early.Work started with a frenzy and didn't let up all week. It was meetingafter meeting, and deadlines and the dreaded people issues. I wasfrequently looking at.