Straight Female / 33
So from time to time I get into telling people how we met and all. I met my husband because he was my brother's best friend. I became his girlfriend because my brother gave me to him when I was in the seventh grade. I was a brat, but he took care of that pretty quickly. He finished raising me and he raised me the way he liked.
Not all of us have nice stories of how we grew up. My mother did her best to get us a roof and provide food. She didn't have time to raise us. My brother didn't want me around, but his friend liked me more or less so he told him he could have me, but he had to take me home with him. He did. His parents said no until they spoke to my mother and she said good riddance. My mother never wanted me or my brother.
So in a short way of saying it, I became my husband's responsibility when I was thirteen. He took care of me, he looked after me, he made sure I went to school, he made sure I had clothes to wear, I slept in his room, at first on a cot, but then he let me sleep in his bed. His parents let me stay there, but he had to work to keep me. He worked, and that is the money he used to clothe me. His parents did feed me, or rather I could eat what he didn't want, but they did feed me, I was never hungry again.
His mother did take care of me in one thing. I got my period when I went to live with him and she took care of me on that. She also did the woman talk with me, not that I didn't know, I just didn't know the real truth.
My husband is not like any other man. He is six years older than me, and even though we got officially married when I was 19, I was married to him when I was 13 when my brother gave me away to him. This is how it was, I know people today that do not believe how poor my mother was, she was poor, so poor it hurts to admit it. My brother became a truck driver and that is what he does. My husband went to college and works for a large insurance company with his statistics degree. My three kids have never been hungry, and they are little fatties, not fat, they are just not skinny like my brother and I were. I am really soft with them when it comes to fixing meals for them.
I have pictures of me when I was seven or so, I was so skinny, and my clothes did not fit. In grade school my second grade teacher would bring me apples and fruit, and sometimes she would bring me cakes or sandwiches to take home. Today I wear a size 12 dress, I always feel fat, but my husband likes me this way and my doctors says I am in very good health. He tells me of when I first went to live with him and I slept with him he could put his hand around my leg and touch his fingers. I don't remember, really I don't. But he does, he fattened me up, he would take his meal, split it in two and feed me half of his share. His father would look at me at the table. That was intimidating, but my husband would stare his father down and tell him that I was his and he was sharing his food with me, so his father wasn't feeding me.
All in all, I didn't grow up like you. I drive a Lexus, the first time I rode in an owner driven car was when I went to live with my husband. Now I drive Lexus to go pick up my kids at school.
Not all of us have nice stories of how we grew up. My mother did her best to get us a roof and provide food. She didn't have time to raise us. My brother didn't want me around, but his friend liked me more or less so he told him he could have me, but he had to take me home with him. He did. His parents said no until they spoke to my mother and she said good riddance. My mother never wanted me or my brother.
So in a short way of saying it, I became my husband's responsibility when I was thirteen. He took care of me, he looked after me, he made sure I went to school, he made sure I had clothes to wear, I slept in his room, at first on a cot, but then he let me sleep in his bed. His parents let me stay there, but he had to work to keep me. He worked, and that is the money he used to clothe me. His parents did feed me, or rather I could eat what he didn't want, but they did feed me, I was never hungry again.
His mother did take care of me in one thing. I got my period when I went to live with him and she took care of me on that. She also did the woman talk with me, not that I didn't know, I just didn't know the real truth.
My husband is not like any other man. He is six years older than me, and even though we got officially married when I was 19, I was married to him when I was 13 when my brother gave me away to him. This is how it was, I know people today that do not believe how poor my mother was, she was poor, so poor it hurts to admit it. My brother became a truck driver and that is what he does. My husband went to college and works for a large insurance company with his statistics degree. My three kids have never been hungry, and they are little fatties, not fat, they are just not skinny like my brother and I were. I am really soft with them when it comes to fixing meals for them.
I have pictures of me when I was seven or so, I was so skinny, and my clothes did not fit. In grade school my second grade teacher would bring me apples and fruit, and sometimes she would bring me cakes or sandwiches to take home. Today I wear a size 12 dress, I always feel fat, but my husband likes me this way and my doctors says I am in very good health. He tells me of when I first went to live with him and I slept with him he could put his hand around my leg and touch his fingers. I don't remember, really I don't. But he does, he fattened me up, he would take his meal, split it in two and feed me half of his share. His father would look at me at the table. That was intimidating, but my husband would stare his father down and tell him that I was his and he was sharing his food with me, so his father wasn't feeding me.
All in all, I didn't grow up like you. I drive a Lexus, the first time I rode in an owner driven car was when I went to live with my husband. Now I drive Lexus to go pick up my kids at school.
