Or can we even know?  Usually, I’d say we can only know one side of this story, therefore, discredit the whole account, but since Babu records exactly what Jeanette said to her, I think it’s pretty fair.  To someone who knows her and has read all the previous passages, it’s rather revealing.

Tuesday, September 17th, 1935
After all my worries got 91 in the accounting test. Jeanette and I really had a serious quarrel and I don’t think we’ll make up. Teddy got a carton of cigarettes from Jamie and said he wasn’t going to smoke them because Jaime is a pansy. I said Teddy shouldn’t be so particular.  She said I was and that I had called Jaime a sucker because he took me to the prom then she said I was too good for everyone because I go to Bay Path. I walked out. This was that Falcons.

In yesterday’s post I thought I could just show you what Babu wrote in March and let it speak for itself but I cannot.  I am brimming with feeling about it.  Mostly, I am so frustrated with Babu.  It’s easy to judge, it’s easy to judge.  I know.  But I do not think this woman ever knew her worth.  She surely doesn’t now.  She used to express her concern that she was “a burden” and was “just a big baby.”  We never allowed her to feel that way and she hardly ever says that any more yet I feel she has simply found a new iteration of the same old tune.  She will say “I’m making up for husband.”  It is exactly the same script every time.  And if there is a day when she doesn’t say this to me once, there is another day she says it three different…