I was 26, she was 40
Snow had been trickling down all day, but the storm picked up as my SIL and I sat in her basement. She had recently moved into this house with her new husband. She looked to be acclimating well. Family pictures covered the walls, beautiful furniture filled every room, and a feminine perfume permeated every inch.
What was once a bachelors pad was now a home for a couple, and i was happy for my SIL. She is significantly older than me and has struggled for many years to keep her head above water financially. Some of this was bad decisions on her part, some of it was bad luck. She has chosen men in the past that weren’t right for her, but the impression I got from her new husband made me feel like that had changed – like she was truly happy now.