In an act of foolishness I married an older coworker late at night in Las Vegas. I woke up in bed with him, obviously post sex at some point but I had no real memory of it and only a fleeting memory of getting married which only came back after he told me and showed me the marriage certificate.

After consulting with a lawyer that I was in fact married and a doctor who confirmed that I was in fact expecting I agreed to give it a try. I moved in with him, set up house. My one request was for a washer dryer which he agreed to buy and was installed in the garage. I also changed my name.

For sure we didn't really get along, he said I was head strong and spoiled and pretty cold to him. I accused him of controlling, putting his interests ahead of mine, and groping which I told him not to do. We slept in separate bedrooms and got divorced right after my baby was born. I made the worst mistake of my life, I was his wife and I should have given him the sex he wanted and been a wife and not refused to do the wash. Now I had a baby.

He paid, not only for the baby, but for me too although there was no spousal support. I didn't return to work. I had permission to use the washer and dryer. So I did the wash. After six months of living in that apartment I asked to be able to move back in with him. I apologized, agreed to give him sex, do the wash and get married again. All before I turned twenty three. And agree to call myself his wife and call him my husband. I went ahead and had my second kid.

I married drunk, I got pregnant drunk, I put myself and my son at risk, I crawled back, I didn't deserve to be taken back but he did. I do admit I was spoiled brat. I still am. I live real well in a four bedroom house, I don't work outside the home, I am a soccer mom with a Suburban, three kids and dog. I am a spoiled brat, as spoiled by my husband as I am by my dad. I really need to grow up.