My Life as a Tortured Wife

It was a beautiful late summer day in September. The year was 1956. This is when I was born. At that time I had an older sister, but in a few years, I had a younger brother. My parents were both amazing, and life was good. We lived in Kansas City, Missouri, but at a young age, my father was transferred to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Again, life was good. We were all so happy there. Albuquerque is a b...