Farm Boy

I consider myself a farm boy, but that is stretching quite a bit. The farm is family owned and one of quite a few the family owns. I'm the manager of the farms a title gotten because I'm a relative and one who didn't go passed high school. I was put on a farm to be out of sight mainly but have learned a bit on the running of a farm. When the previous manager retired, I was put in his place as everything was more or less computerized there wasn't a need for another manager. But it gave them a place to put me in the business more or less. I'm the hands-on type and computers aren't my thing; I just go and sort out problems or take replacement equipment to where it's needed. Grand title little actual power to do much if any at all. I started as manager in 2021 at 25 and continued on as before mostly. Except for a trip to another farm to replace equipment or check on something for the family I'm usually at the farm I live on. I care for the family horses more than anything else and don't even have to cook my own meals as there is a mature housekeeper and her husband the handyman. As I said before it's to keep out of the way mostly so not to get into trouble like had at high school. I was 30 almost 31 when I met my now wife, she was also 30 and was locum for the local vet. One of the horses got cut on a broken rail and needed stitching and she came and stitched up the horse. I took a fancy to her and asked her out and got knocked back as I'd a bad reputation (mostly deserved) with the locals. But I'd quieten down quite a bit since becoming the manager, but the locals have long memories, but I never done anything illegal just getting drunk and being a noisy pest. Anyway, I persisted, and she finally gave me the benefit of the doubt and we dated and dated some more. Then vet 62 returned from his holiday and having heard good things of his locum offered her a fulltime job as he had decided to cut back his workload. I was very happy she accepted the job, and we became lovers a few months later after I had already proposed, and she had accepted. After the wedding I was a changed man according to my mother and asked me what I wanted to do with my life now I was married. Stay put was my reply and she thought about and realized it would be probably better if I did stay put, less chance to get into trouble where I was than in the city. Of course, the old vet health was declining as well and decided to sell his practice after we had been married for 2 years and already had a daughter. My mother talked my father into buying the practice for their daughter-in-law and another vet was also employed to assist her as she had just tested to being pregnant again. The fallout was my mother was a very regular visitor to watch over her daughter-in-law and 1+ year old granddaughter. I could look after myself and my wife ruled the roost as they say ever since we'd married. If my mother wasn't visiting it was my grandmothers or one of my 2 sisters. Sometimes my surviving grandfather came as well and even my father made visits. A new housekeeper had started a year earlier, and I was now the handyman as well as other left with his wife and retired to live closer to their family. But I was well looked after by my wife and thru her avoided getting into trouble with my father on his visits. He had little tolerant of me due my behavior in the past.