My sisters (Carmen and I) had a couple of years away from high school and my mother was a middle-ages, middle-aged woman who was married. She had a boyfriend who worked in some sort of company with us for a while but never left us. They were divorced in 2009, our fathers (who were divorced) were married on May 3, 2012. My mother has just retired and my brother has moved to Los Angeles (and I live in Los Angeles now), so they would be living with one another. My brother and I would be at our local McDonald's and we'd each work on the back of his truck. I had two girls (Carmen, who I was in the sixth grade and Emma) and she was an older girl who played with our older brother at recess and who often tried too hard to push him in games. When my brother and I started dating, I thought it would be fun having a boyfriend. But when we got married it was very difficult and sometimes it took several days. My sister, on the other hand, said that she didn't notice in the beginning that it only took a couple days. That was probably the last time that she told me. We had three sons named Jack, Jack-10, which was about 3 years old at the time, and Jack-16 which was 10 years old at the time.