They remind of a lesbian couple that lives down the road from us, don't know their names, we just call em Tongue and Groove
Of course, I've had such as neighbors, or at least in the neighborhood--although not lately--but at least these women didn't play games, made no pretensions about being "husband" and "wife." They were simply same-sex roommates with an unusual degree of intimacy, nothing more than that.
I suspect Big Bertha's retarded her emotional growth and stability, her career, her chances at having a reasonably secure life, by this silly "playing house" the past, oh, thirty, maybe closer to forty, years.
What happened is so obvious even a blind man could see it. It's a pretty good guess that Big Bertha, when a little girl and a teenager, was perhaps chubby, rotund, even fat. And so the boys made fun of her, as boys are wont to do. Or maybe her first sexual experience with a male was embarrassing.
And so Big Bertha "decided" she hated men.
Geezuz, if we males reacted the same way whenever girls or women made fun of us, made merry of us, and decided we hated women, we'd all be gay by now.
That's one of the main problems with women; they always react to things too much; they're incapable of just letting things slide off.
