Straight Female / 30
My father was a banker when I was growing up. We lived in a nice house, my mother my sister and my father. We had maids and a gardner and driver. One day my sister and I were picked up at school and taken home. My mother was there and there were some men in suits there we didn't know. Our mother told us that there had been some trouble and that we would not be going back to school. She also told us that we were not going to be living in that house any more.
She told me to go with her and we went to my room and their was a suitcase on the bed, with my clothes packed. She told me that my father had some big problems and that they had to leave the country, but that I had to stay. I was going to be married to a man and I was going to be his wife. This was not what my mother ever wanted for me, but that it was what was going to be. She told me she had taught me the things a wife has to do, and that she expected me to be a good wife and maybe one day we would see each other and that on that day she wanted to meet her grandchildren.
She closed the suitcase and we went back to the living room, a man went for the suitcase and took it out to a car. Then I was taken to the car and I left my mother and my sister and was taken away.
I went to a big house, and was taken in to a study where there were several men, one of which was to be my husband. I was told to sit at this table and sign this document, which was my marriage contract. My husband then signed after me and a priets came forth and blessed the paper, and then my husband and me. That night I was taken to consumate the marriage.
For the next five years my husband came to me once in a while, maybe a dozen times, to ensure my loyalty to him. When I finished my secondary school I was then sent to live with my husband in a new home built for us and I became the mistress of my house.
One day if God so wills, I will see my mother and father again, or perhaps my sister. I would like my children to know their grandmother. If God is willing. Where they live is not known to me, they live in my heart, especially my sister. Maybe she is married and has children of her own, children are the blessing of life. She is certainly old enough by now, certainly a husband will have been found for her.
She told me to go with her and we went to my room and their was a suitcase on the bed, with my clothes packed. She told me that my father had some big problems and that they had to leave the country, but that I had to stay. I was going to be married to a man and I was going to be his wife. This was not what my mother ever wanted for me, but that it was what was going to be. She told me she had taught me the things a wife has to do, and that she expected me to be a good wife and maybe one day we would see each other and that on that day she wanted to meet her grandchildren.
She closed the suitcase and we went back to the living room, a man went for the suitcase and took it out to a car. Then I was taken to the car and I left my mother and my sister and was taken away.
I went to a big house, and was taken in to a study where there were several men, one of which was to be my husband. I was told to sit at this table and sign this document, which was my marriage contract. My husband then signed after me and a priets came forth and blessed the paper, and then my husband and me. That night I was taken to consumate the marriage.
For the next five years my husband came to me once in a while, maybe a dozen times, to ensure my loyalty to him. When I finished my secondary school I was then sent to live with my husband in a new home built for us and I became the mistress of my house.
One day if God so wills, I will see my mother and father again, or perhaps my sister. I would like my children to know their grandmother. If God is willing. Where they live is not known to me, they live in my heart, especially my sister. Maybe she is married and has children of her own, children are the blessing of life. She is certainly old enough by now, certainly a husband will have been found for her.
