My daughter Christine is a nurse. She was working at a doctor's office but found it boring. She wanted excitement and new challenges so she decided to work up north at the oil rigs as a rescue medic. First she had to take three courses. The first one was in Vancouver and she asked some distant relatives (I won't say who and they have never read my blog) if she could stay there. They graciously said yes. However, they didn't warn her that they fight every day.
Christine had to sleep on a pull-out sofa and they were up late shouting at each other every night.
One night she came home from school and one of them was cooking half naked in the kitchen til all hours. The half that was naked was embarrassing.
Then the lady started yelling at Christine and that was enough for her. She was going to school with all men but she felt she had no choice and had to ask if she could stay with someone. There were three guys who were happy to take her in.
She got to their house and found out it was a former brothel with lots of rooms and beds that came out of the walls. The guys were perfect gentlemen and very good to her.
She was so relieved to get some sleep at last.
To be continued...
We always say, "If something crazy happens it will happen to Christine." Poor baby.