I had decided, when I was in Junior High, to kill myself. To prevent my parents extra pain, I would do when I was far away.
I had gone through Junior High, High, and into college, and then joined the Peace Corp so I could be far away when I did the deed.
I had pretty much set my ‘death day’ to fall after my twentieth birthday.
However, I hadn’t killed myself when I was twenty because I hadn’t done enough to give my parent’s anything to say.
I had been forced to extend my ‘dead line’ to twenty one.
Now it was pushed back to twenty two.
As my contract was nearly up and my death virtually ‘booked’, I decided to enjoy Behind the World. I treated myself to this and that. Not being as fat as I was, I did attract male attention.
Romance should be a good experience I thought.
Having been here long enough to know that just about everyone wanted a VISA to America so would have given me the ring even if I was eight hundred pounds, I hadn’t dated or was even polite to men who ‘hit’ on me.