My Man Is A Good Man

I grew up in and live in the valley close to the Mexican border. We were four sisters, my father, not my sisters' father, lived with us. He was a mean man, and I was too young to know that he had sex with one of my older sisters. He also hit my mother, my sisters and me. We called it respect. When I was eleven he had sex with me.

He had been in a robbery and a man was killed. He got sixty years and he disappeared from our life. Everyone was upset, it took a long time before my mother found another man. My sisters found a man of their own. When I was seventeen I found my man. My man never hit me, pulled my hair, yelled at me. He also wanted me to graduate from high school, and I went to college. My man didn't let anyone disrespect me.

Of course he had sex with me, that's how he became my man. He had other women but nothing serious. He ran his trucking business and I worked in the office. I had my first baby and he didn't stop until I had four. My man built a house for me, it is a big house because of all the kids.

My man is twenty three years older than me and he has another family who also live near us. She is his ex, and we get along. My man is a good father, to my kids, his other kids, to me, to his ex, to his employees.