The Truth About Marriage, It Is Thrust Upon You

I was on my way to graduate school. I had done well on the GMAT and had already been accepted to Chicago. I went to a graduation party, and there was a couple of guys there that were basically neighbors of the girl having the party. I swear I don't know how I ended up at the guy's place, in a bed with one of them. I don't really remember him having sex with me, but I was naked and leaking. When I tried to get up, he pulled me down and I had to sleep between him and the wall. I was cold and naked so I got into a fetal position, and somehow he interpreted that as me giving him my backside. He took it. I woke up with semen in my rectum and my vagina. I had avoided sex all through college, and now I wasn't going to Grad school because I was pregnant and going to Texas with him.

Marriage is something that every one knows about, but no one tells you what it is really about. First of course there's the sex part, he has you there and he uses you. Say no, and all hell breaks loose. You have to learn to cook. It's not optional. Forget the part about fifty fifty, it's only fifty fifty in a total sense, he works and supports you and his baby and you take care of the rest. Marriage makes you a woman. Not sex.

I applied in Texas and got accepted to Rice. We moved closer to Rice so I could go to school. But before I started I had to deal with a second baby, because we all know that babies need to be close together. That's another thing you learned when you were fourteen and now you have to put the theory to work. I don't know when I started using the word HUSBAND as the definitive word for him. Equally I used the word WIFE. I was HIS wife, he was MY husband. And of course, these are MY children.

I do have my MBA, and I stay home with the children. I don't want to work. I am lazy in that way. Why work if I can stay home? I have a whole social life with other stay at home mothers. A party to me, is a party where we get together for coffee and cake and all the children of all the mothers. The time of day is measure as to when the kids go to school, when they come home and when I have to be home to fix dinner.

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