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Hi Rich,

for your other readers.

I met my wife to be, Jennifer, in 1976 on my first day of high school. When she was 16 she predated on a "bad boy" with the intention of getting pregnant by him to escape her "controlling mother".

A "controlling mother" who, I only found out in 2008, had baby trapped her husband with Jennifer. We had been told that Jennifers parents were married for 15 months when Jennifer was born. They kept the wedding anniversary date, but subtracted a year for the marriage date. Jennifer was, indeed, born three months after her parents were married. Hence why Jennifers mother, Irene Toal, was "controlling" of her 16 year old daughter.

The man she predated on was well known around our small town. He was a drunkard who would commonly get into fights and then get the crap beaten out of him. He was 22 at that time. Just the sort of man who might be willing to believe "I am on the pill" from a very pretty 16 year old girl.

Jennifer father, Bill Toal, forbid her from seeing the man and like all girls she did exactly what her father told her to. Oh, no, that's just a joke, she continued seeing him without her parents knowledge of course.

And in due course Jennifer got herself pregnant to this man and dropped out of high school without even her junior leaving certificate. Bill Toal forced the shot gun wedding. And he really did have shot guns and he really DID force the wedding.

The first baby was soon followed up by a second child. Then, surprising no one, Jennifer claimed he was "violent and abusive". She then left him and moved into, you guessed it, government housing paid for by mens taxes.

It was in those circumstances, divorced, two small children, high school dropout, not even a junior leaving certificate, living in poverty, zero prospects for the future...that Jennifer threw herself at me and I was stupid enough to catch her.

One of my friends fathers was a college professor at the local college. I talked to him and told him I would do Jennifers assignments and do all I could to help her pass her classes if he would help me get her into the college. So he broke the rules to get Jennifer into college.

I did all her assignments and helped her along the way in her studies. I paid for her children. I paid for her college fees. She got a part time secretarial job at IBM to at least earn a little money but you know how broke a single mother of two small children going to college is. It was my money that fed her while her government assistance went to the children.

In the end, she got her college diploma masquerading as a "University Degree". The college was renamed "Charles Sturt University" just before she graduated and she got a "University Degree" with very basic math and computing classes. It was a disgrace that they called her diploma a "Degree". She do zero university level classes.

Anyway, she managed to get an entry level job in programming at an insurance company. They had very low entry standards. She applied for IBM three times and did the entry exams at IBM which were very tough and she was a LONG way from qualifying.

Then one day, the IBM Gods stepped in. My old boss, Terry, came to me about 6pm on a Thursday night. He had closed out an employment offer with a man who had just called him to say that he was not going to accept the job despite signing the letter of offer and agreeing to the job. The procedure in IBM was that if you had a position open and your candidate signed the letter of offer then the position was closed out and you lost the head count.

There was a grace period to be able to take a different hire, it was to the end of the current week. So Terry asked me if Jennifer still wanted a job at IBM. I said yes. He said that the conditions were that he had to have her signature on a letter of offer by 5pm the next day. He said that he would be able to make a case about her low scores and felt he had a very good chance of getting her the job. He asked me to make sure Jennifer was in his office at 9am the next day.

So, solely because of me, Jennifer had a shot at a job at IBM. And my old boss did me the BIG favour of hiring her. Of course, she was a terrible programmer so instead they made her a "team leader". Her job was to basically encourage them men in her team to work harder! LOL! A perfect job for a very beautiful woman to have! LOL!

Jennifer was at IBM 5 years from 1989 to 1994. During which time she had two children and took advantage of the "maternity leave" where she had to be given her job back. During that time more than 150,000 people left IBM, or were kicked out, but they couldn't kick Jennifer our because she was on maternity leave.

So Jennifer went from 1984, being 21 years old, not even a high school diploma, divorced single mother of two, living in poverty, with zero prospects in life. To 1994, having a "University Degree", and having a team leading job inside IBM internal software development department in Australia.

And what did she do?

She resigned her job at IBM and never worked again in our marriage in April 1994.

Why?

Because work is boring, that's why.

And let me add Rich. The IBM head office was 4kms from our home. There were exactly THREE TRAFFIC LIGHTS between our home and the IBM Australia head office. Indeed, Jennifer used to complain to me that the trip to the office was so short that it was cold in the winter because the car did not have enough time to warm up. You know, my company car that she got to drive to work while I took the train and stood on the platform waiting for my train on those same cold winter mornings.

IBM had 1,400 people working in the head office and so an enterprising man had set up a day care center in the VERY HOUSE NEXT DOOR TO THE OFFICE BUILDING. I don't mean like 100 meters down the road. I mean THE VERY NEXT HOUSING BLOCK. And it was a very good day care center as well.

But nope. Jennifer did not want to go to work because "work is boring".

I can assure you Jennifer, having been an impoverished single mother, and then having been at the entry level of IBM programmers, was definitely MUCH HAPPIER NOT GOING TO WORK. So much happier not going to work that when the children were older and in school she would not even do so little has help me proof read the manuals for the software I wrote and sold.

Women HATE WORKING. And we are seeing that in their videos now.

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"“Studies show stay-at-home mothers are more depressed than working mothers.” “Research proves women are happier when they have careers.” “The data supports female independence.” And beneath all of it, the implied conclusion: the traditional arrangement - man leads, woman nurtures, family first - is a documented pathway to female misery."

Hi Rich, we all know these are complete bunkum.

We all know that the happiest women, BY FAR, are grand mothers playing with their grand children.

There is only one way a woman is ever happier than being a grand mother playing with her grand children.

That is the woman who is being handed her new baby GREAT GRAND CHILD to hold for the first time at a professional photo shoot, done up in her Sunday best and being outrageously acknowledged by her grand son or grand daughter on the birth of her gread grand child.

For your other readers. In my family we started a tradition where when one of us grand children had a baby we would invite both grand mothers to come and welcome the new baby. We would hold these events either in our homes or at a photo studio.

Our two grand mothers would be dressed in their Sunday Best and we would take photos with the new baby. I got the privilege of doing this twice for my two (alleged) children.

I told my grand mothers that I loved them and they meant the world to me and that the only reason this little one had arrived was because of their hard work when they were young and their wonderful example of how to be a wonderful person across their entire lives.

I had this nice little speech worked out each time and then I handed the new born great grand child to my grand mother for photos to be taken that they could put in their homes.

Each time my grand mothers had a tear in their eyes and they beamed with happiness and joy at us making a BIG FUSS over them and holding their baby great grand child in their arms.

Rich, I have never, in my life, seen a woman happier than those two times with my two grand mothers. And what a thing to be happy about.

What could be better in this world that your grand son or daughter praising you and thanking you and telling you that this little baby has only come into the world because of you.

Sure Ladies. Go and have your wonderful career, and skip over the bit where you get to meet your great grand child and be praised to the heavens for being a wonderful person.

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