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So, for those of you who don't know me, allow me to introduce, or re-introduce, myself. I am a 65 year old lady. I am a crazy cat lady. I live in a house that my parents bought for me in 1984. I have never lived in it alone. First I lived with a friend named Connie, those who were around 10 years ago might've known her as Maggiepie. I evicted her in 2005 when she started behaving in rude and unpleasant ways. In 1999 I had the house remodeled to get a second bathroom, then in December I had a friend move in. We had several other people live with us over the years until 2015 when I evicted the last one for being a b*tch. In August of 2016 the roommate had a bad dream that something happened to me and my brother told her that she needed to take the cats and move out. "We need to get wills done. That'll be like $500." "I might as well marry you!" I told her. (How was that for a proposal?) "Do you mean that?" she asked. "Yeah. Sure. Its got to be cheaper than a will," I replied. Now, in less than 10 days I was flying out of state to my sister's wedding. My brother had just remarried about 10 months before. When I got to my sister's, I told her partner that "V" and I were going to get married and explained why. She agreed that my brother might do it, and that it was a good idea. My sister didn't believe he'd do it, she always wants to think the best of people until proved otherwise. Still, she didn't have a problem with us getting married. So, 8 days after my sister got married, "V" and I got married. It was about a month later that I finally told my brother. Now, I know that my mother wouldn't've had a problem with me getting married. I know she knew, and liked "V" and she knew that my sister was never going to marry a guy. I really don't know how Dad would've felt, since he died back in 1984. Now, "V" is 7 years younger than I am, well 6 years and 356 days younger than I am. Both of her parents are still alive. Her mother is just over 78 and a half years and her father just turned 81. She is the eldest of 3 children. She was born with limited vision and has had high blood pressure since high school and became diabetic in her late 20s. She is no longer diabetic because she had a gastric bypass in December of '09. However, that was too little too late because she is in stage 5 kidney failure and has been on peritoneal dialysis since November of 2016. Because of her limited vision, she cannot safely make the connections with the dialysis machine, so I have to do it. Allow me to go back to me for a moment. I look like a textbook case for diabetes, but I actually tend towards low blood sugar. I also have nearly perfect distance vision, but need glasses to read/craft/whatever up close. I also have fibromyalgia, so most of my medications are for pain management. "V" still works full time while I retired in 2005. Then, last year I started meeting a friend for breakfast on Sunday mornings - that being her "Friday." I had suggested that moving in with us would make her life easier. She kept turning me down. In May she asked if I really meant it about her moving in. I told her I was. I knew "V" wouldn't have a problem, after all, we met because "J" and "V" both worked at the same hotel in like 1997, that was how they met. "J" is 20 years younger than I am. While I am old enough to be her mother, her mother is like 7 years older than I am. "J" is diabetic, she also takes cholesterol and blood pressure medications. Her vision isn't very good either, but not as bad as "V"'s. It is also correctable. She is also the eldest child, but there is only one sibling. Her family is in the Dallas area. She has the 1 sister and then a couple of step-siblings. Unlike "V" and my family, her parents divorced. Her mother never remarried, but her father did. Our only "children" are cats and dogs - and the hamster. Here are the links about getting the house ready for the roommate to move in. http://www.mylot.com/post/3194387/hard-at-work-part-2