My half sister is 7 years older than me. I was an accident with a one night boyfriend. My mother says she does not remember who my father is, and in any case I don't know and really don't care. My dad is my sister's father, he took me in after my mom had me.

I looked up to my sister, we were very close growing up. When she finished college she got hooked up with an older divorced man and she became his live in girlfriend, and had a baby. It hurt to watch her, she was so submissive to him, she did what ever he told her, she was his maid, as far as we could see. One day when I was over at her house, I saw him pull her over and feel up her bottom. She took out her breast and he sucked on her. It was only a minute, then the toaster popped and she went and got him his toast and coffee.

Another incident that I have burned into my brain is one day at a party, she was talking and he put his finger on her lips to shut up. It hurt so much to see him treat her that way. I was in college and I was angry and hurt with her. I lost respect for her.

When I finished college I moved in with her and her boyfriend, on the excuse that I could save money, I would help her with her kids, she had two by then. All the guys I met were from her crowd. I got a job, but there were no eligible men there.

I met this one guy, he was 36 and he was dating this 32 year old lawyer. He and I had a thing, right off the bat. My sister told me to get pregnant fast, like right then. To take him away from that lawyer, I had to act fast, get pregnant and be his wife in everything, just like she had done. Her boyfriend made a lot of money and now she had two kids with him. She didn't get married because he wanted a prenup and she figured a common law marriage was better for her, and she was going to fill him up with kids.

I felt bad, I felt like I was cheating, but I did what my sister told me. I got pregnant and I got real wifey with him, just like my sister. I had two very bad fights with other woman, but she was a career woman and she wouldn't have kids, so I had the kids, after two kids he married me, no prenup. My sister also got married no prenup.

I had four kids, four under the age of five. I kept house and made his home his home. I never felt submissive, actually I felt empowered. I was 29 and I had four kids and a well to do husband. I had the home and the cars and the schools for my kids. I learned when to shut up, when I didn't know what my husband was talking about. By then my sister also had four kids. Our whole social circle was wives of men who made a lot of money, in our group we did lots of things, lots of social work and school volunteering. We used our college education, just different.

My husband's one time girlfriend is a single bitch, yes she is a real bitch. I have to interact with her because she works at the same firm as my husband. He sees her as the bitch she really is.

My sister and I may appear like submissive wives, but we are not. We are married with successful husbands with families, and with the homes we could only dream about growing up. Both of our husbands are partners in their firms. We dress the part, act the part, and associate with other partner wives. Managing our homes is a full time job, we have high expectations for our kids, they are good kids, in part because we are so involved with them and their schools.

I don't know if my husband ever runs around, if he does it has to be quickies, he is home every night for dinner and he spends his free time with me and our kids. And he listens to me tell him about all the stuff we do, he wants to know, and I tell him everything before we go to sleep.

I look up to my sister, she is ballsy and takes command of her life and she has taught me how to take command of mine. I say this carefully, but our husbands eat out of our hands.