-
Lesbian Stories
-
Lesbian Female / 35
My Struggles Are Harder And Harder To Contain, I Have To Try Harder
My parents were stationed in Latin America. When the assignment ended they decided to stay and open a business. I was enrolled in an English speaking school so when I went to college I could keep up. It was in the eighth grade that a junior math teacher overwhelmed me with sexual advances. What was expressions, compliments, kisses and feeling up, became outright sex at her apartment. We were discovered, she was dismissed, and I was sworn to secrecy.
I applied for and was accepted to my mother's college in Massachusetts. It wasn't anything like she remembered. Wholly liberal arts it was the bed of political agitation, and lesbian authority. I didn't fit in, I wasn't politically oriented, and growing up in Latin America these agitators seemed immature and ignorant. Rich kids who didn't like themselves, that was my father's take on it. I won't say I didn't meet one or another girl, but the politics infected everyone.
I left after a semester, went to a college in Seattle. I studied child psychology, but stayed in college because of a girl. We moved to the bay area. I got a job as an assistant counselor at a grade school. My boss was a 'hardened' lesbian. One day the rhetoric was too much for me. I returned to my parents, 27, a lesbian, unattached, starving for acceptance.
It was then that I met a msn who listened to me, the first male I ever told I was lesbian, I found a friend in him. I trusted him. I could tell him anything. But he had romantic and sexual interest in me. I let him, I won't say I participated. But I became pregnant, again I let him, didn't stop him. Anything to please him. He decided for me, get married.
I had been home five months and had announced to my parents I was pregnant and getting married. We moved after the baby, back to the states, this time middle America. US flags, Fourth of July celebrations. Gays and lesbians were mostly quiet, a few loud voices. I made friends with a lesbian elementary teacher and was in a sexual affair a few months after arriving there. It was our honeymoon and I was careless. My husband, who knew full well I am a lesbian read me like an open book. Be careful what you wish for. At stake was my marriage, my son with his father, a stressless financial life. I became pregnant again, snd ended my affair.
I'm a married to a man lesbian. I am the mother of three children. I work hard on my marriage. I'm scared of another affair, that I won't be strong enough to prevent it. I know I can't risk my marriage.
I applied for and was accepted to my mother's college in Massachusetts. It wasn't anything like she remembered. Wholly liberal arts it was the bed of political agitation, and lesbian authority. I didn't fit in, I wasn't politically oriented, and growing up in Latin America these agitators seemed immature and ignorant. Rich kids who didn't like themselves, that was my father's take on it. I won't say I didn't meet one or another girl, but the politics infected everyone.
I left after a semester, went to a college in Seattle. I studied child psychology, but stayed in college because of a girl. We moved to the bay area. I got a job as an assistant counselor at a grade school. My boss was a 'hardened' lesbian. One day the rhetoric was too much for me. I returned to my parents, 27, a lesbian, unattached, starving for acceptance.
It was then that I met a msn who listened to me, the first male I ever told I was lesbian, I found a friend in him. I trusted him. I could tell him anything. But he had romantic and sexual interest in me. I let him, I won't say I participated. But I became pregnant, again I let him, didn't stop him. Anything to please him. He decided for me, get married.
I had been home five months and had announced to my parents I was pregnant and getting married. We moved after the baby, back to the states, this time middle America. US flags, Fourth of July celebrations. Gays and lesbians were mostly quiet, a few loud voices. I made friends with a lesbian elementary teacher and was in a sexual affair a few months after arriving there. It was our honeymoon and I was careless. My husband, who knew full well I am a lesbian read me like an open book. Be careful what you wish for. At stake was my marriage, my son with his father, a stressless financial life. I became pregnant again, snd ended my affair.
I'm a married to a man lesbian. I am the mother of three children. I work hard on my marriage. I'm scared of another affair, that I won't be strong enough to prevent it. I know I can't risk my marriage.
