The experts don't tell you what to expect when your sister loses her soul mate. I only knew that we were there for each other, from cradle to grave. We were actually a lot like Gertrude and Auntie, weren't we?
Gertrude Virginia Baugh knew a thing or two about choosing her battles, and she chose the things that mattered. But life wasn't fair...she was well aware of that fact.
What happens to an individual when the wrong things are nurtured? What if a certain hotheaded, domineering, smarmy ancestor of mine...was actually none of those things at all?