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My Family
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Straight Female / 32
I am the youngest of four sisters. All of us are petite and small just like our mom.
When I was 10 my dad passed away suddenly and left us in the lurch. The man next door came to my mother's aid, and he took over caring for the family. My mother told me that he was the type of man I should look for in a husband.
I became very attached to him, I hugged him and sat on his lap, or up against him on the couch, and would squeeze in between him and the chair arm. All I wanted was for him to hold me and hug me. When I saw him he always lifted me up and kissed me on the lips. I fell asleep in his arms many times and he put me to bed. It just became normal for me to be with him. No one said anything, except that my sisters called me his little girlfriend.
Since he lived next door, and my mom cooked, he would come over for dinner. I started to go back to his house with him, and I started to sleep with him all night. By the time I was eleven I slept at his house and I did most of the housekeeping for him. About that time I got my first period and I bloodied up the sheets. When he got up in the morning and found the sheets stained with blood, he called my oldest sister and told her to come over and take care of the mess. When my sister came over, and she saw what it was, she helped me clean up the sheets, and she taught me about my period and how to take care of it. She also talked to me about the birds and bees.
When I turned 16 I did end up pregnant, and my mother and my husband decided that getting married was a better plan, so I was married a week after I found out I was pregnant. By then I had been living with my husband for more than four years. No one that we knew, my sisters, my mother, at our church, in school, were surprised that I was pregnant. I was now his official wife and I had the baby and my mother and sisters helped so that I could stay in school.
In my senior year of high school I had my second baby, and I had another one my freshman year of college, and my fourth my junior year of college, all girls, and like my mother and all of my sisters all of my daughters are petite and small. The female genes dominated, although my husband is a regular sized American man.
I am 32, I have been married half my life, and more if you count from when I first became attached to him.
I don't really remember not being married to my husband. I work with him at his insurance agency part time, I take the afternoon off so I can be home with the girls. My mother still lives next door, although all of my sisters are married now and have families of their own.
The only complaint, and it isn't much of a complaint, is that my husband for some things still doesn't treat me like an adult. Some things, and sometimes that does get on my last nerve. Otherwise I have a good marriage, I have good kids and we live in a nice neighborhood. Sure I am a little young for being the mother of a 15 year old, but she doesn't see it that way, and she is totally involved with helping with her sisters.
One more thing, when my father died, my mother was left penniless, and only because my husband took pity on us were we able to finish growing up and get a college education, and my mom was able to keep her home. Was I the price that my family paid? Only God knows about that. If it was, it is a very small price to pay and I did what my mother told me, to find a man like my husband to marry. I just married early.
When I was 10 my dad passed away suddenly and left us in the lurch. The man next door came to my mother's aid, and he took over caring for the family. My mother told me that he was the type of man I should look for in a husband.
I became very attached to him, I hugged him and sat on his lap, or up against him on the couch, and would squeeze in between him and the chair arm. All I wanted was for him to hold me and hug me. When I saw him he always lifted me up and kissed me on the lips. I fell asleep in his arms many times and he put me to bed. It just became normal for me to be with him. No one said anything, except that my sisters called me his little girlfriend.
Since he lived next door, and my mom cooked, he would come over for dinner. I started to go back to his house with him, and I started to sleep with him all night. By the time I was eleven I slept at his house and I did most of the housekeeping for him. About that time I got my first period and I bloodied up the sheets. When he got up in the morning and found the sheets stained with blood, he called my oldest sister and told her to come over and take care of the mess. When my sister came over, and she saw what it was, she helped me clean up the sheets, and she taught me about my period and how to take care of it. She also talked to me about the birds and bees.
When I turned 16 I did end up pregnant, and my mother and my husband decided that getting married was a better plan, so I was married a week after I found out I was pregnant. By then I had been living with my husband for more than four years. No one that we knew, my sisters, my mother, at our church, in school, were surprised that I was pregnant. I was now his official wife and I had the baby and my mother and sisters helped so that I could stay in school.
In my senior year of high school I had my second baby, and I had another one my freshman year of college, and my fourth my junior year of college, all girls, and like my mother and all of my sisters all of my daughters are petite and small. The female genes dominated, although my husband is a regular sized American man.
I am 32, I have been married half my life, and more if you count from when I first became attached to him.
I don't really remember not being married to my husband. I work with him at his insurance agency part time, I take the afternoon off so I can be home with the girls. My mother still lives next door, although all of my sisters are married now and have families of their own.
The only complaint, and it isn't much of a complaint, is that my husband for some things still doesn't treat me like an adult. Some things, and sometimes that does get on my last nerve. Otherwise I have a good marriage, I have good kids and we live in a nice neighborhood. Sure I am a little young for being the mother of a 15 year old, but she doesn't see it that way, and she is totally involved with helping with her sisters.
One more thing, when my father died, my mother was left penniless, and only because my husband took pity on us were we able to finish growing up and get a college education, and my mom was able to keep her home. Was I the price that my family paid? Only God knows about that. If it was, it is a very small price to pay and I did what my mother told me, to find a man like my husband to marry. I just married early.
