I was born 54 years ago in the south east of England, a long awaited and much loved daughter, who my Mum was going to raise to be a lady in her image. Delight soon turn to bemusement, and frustration and then resignation.
Mom was satin and lace and I was born blue jeans & t-shirt. I was ecstatic when dad would come in the house to announce "I need her". That got me out of scrubbing floors and into turning wrenches (well handing them to dad as I was only five or six).
It would prove the thing that saved my butt from going in the poor house on more than one occasion. I can still change out the stabilizer shocks on my ancient ex-logger truck but please don't ask me to cook anything beyond breakfast or you'll be reaching for the TUMS
Your story is truly very touching. I am so happy that you have found horses and a peaceful place in life once again