Odd pieces of old furniture

Moved a pickup truck load of mismatched furniture from my mother's house to her new apartment with an old friend from high school. We worked in the fields together through those years while other kids went to the beach. We joined the Marines to escape the fields and our respective abusive father figures. Parris Island wasn't all that nice to us either. We haven't seen much of each other in the 40 years since then. We both married, have three grown children and are now divorced. We both resolved not to treat our children the way our father's treated us. There have been other struggles too, but we both agreed that we are better now for having gone through them and come out the other side. We talked about the ways people find each other. The way we recognize those psychologically similar to us in a world of strangers.