I Had To Grow Up When I Was Still Dreaming
I grew up early. My mother suffered a stroke when I was in Junior High and she became homebound in a wheelchair. A woman from our church offered a small house she owned if we kept it up and paid the utilities. Other's collected money for an electric wheelchair, and a power lift for her bed and the toilet. The State had a therapist come twice a week to check up on her, and physical therapy. Meals on wheels brought us food to eat. But I was fifteen, and my mother became bitter.
I had to go to school so I had to leave her things ready. A church lady stepped in to check on her. I got a job working for an insurance agency. I got 'touched', 'felt up', 'kissed', 'embraced', basically he had sex with me. He put some cash in my paycheck to help with my mother. He worked 'wonders' and got me a scholarship to a private school with rich kids. I worked after school, and his favorite was touching me up when I did filing. I learned how to stand and balance myself while he played hide the weenie.
After high school I got an academic scholarship to the city college, and my job was now pretty much full time and I ran the office for him. He had needs so I accommodated him, in and out burger. When I finished college I went to work full time for him. I didn't hire any pretty girls, only old battle axes. My mother passed away the year after I finished college. I returned the house to the family that had loaned it to us. They tore it down and sold the land. I moved into an assortment complex.
I'm sure my life would be different if my mother hadn't had a stroke. I never had a sweet sixteen birthday, I wasn't a cheer leader, I didn't have the college experience. I cooked and cleaned and ran the finances. I worked to pay for the necessities, my mother's disability check didn't pay for much. I had a 'man' early, before I went to high school. I'm thirty and I want children, and a nice house that doesn't rain inside and outside. My 'man' is too old now, he can't keep it up and I miss it. One more time Lord, slam me against the file cabinets. But no can do.
I don't dare cheat on him, but more and more I want to. I pretty much run the agency. And long years ahead taking care of my 'man'.