A footpath wound its way gently down the sloping land till it reached the broad river bottom; creeping through the long swamp grasses that bent over it on either side, it came out on the edge of the Missouri. Here, morning, noon, and evening, my mother came to draw water from the muddy stream for our household use. Always, when my mother started for the river, I stopped my play to run along with her. She was only of medium height. Often she was sad and silent, at which times her full arched lips were compressed into hard and bitter lines, and shadows fell under her black eyes. Then I clung to her hand and begged to know what made the tears fall.
Babb called to Dot and asked him if they were cowboys. They killed Mrs. Babb and dragged Bianca outside, fighting and kicking all the way. The Indians rode away with the two children. On the third day, Bianca got a quick lesson in manners when the captives were finally given something to eat. Bianca was so hungry she reached for another piece of meat, but an Indian hacked at her hand with a knife, and she learned not to take any more than she was given. When she was brought into the village, the Indian children flocked around Bianca; the small boys were naked, the older ones had breechcloths and the girls wore buckskin dresses. They were particularly interested in stroking her long blonde hair, for none of them had seen a white girl before. Bianca was given to the Comanche woman Tekwashana, a young widow with no children. That night there was a great feast, and Bianca watched as the Comanche women dressed.
Old Indian Legends
Honestly, I have given up on lds men as a single 25 year old. I intend to spend some quality time in the temple, with my bishop, and with close family and friends as I think and pray my way through this decision, but I would also value your insights into this. I think I handle the lonliness a little better than most because I was an only child and like having my alone time. I think the most important thing is to bring up the issues as questions rather than points as why she's wrong.
Feel free to see some of them as rhetorical. Good luck with her, and good life to you. You'll have to get use to the running late, the tire man, weeks without communication, dinner alone, and unanswered texts and phone calls. Take the crazy and add a ton of even crazier shit on on top and Your girlfriend literally believes in a book of scripture that was produced from a rock in Josephs Hat.