Of Course I Married Him, I Love Him

My older brother, by one year, had a best friend. They were old enough to drive and had these hot rally cars. I was 15 and I was head over heels in love with my brother's friend. In my house there was no secret, my mother used the opportunity to teach me on how to attend to a boyfriend. Fix something for when they came by after school, a cake, a pie, cookies. Serve him. Pick up after him. Sit next to him on the tv couch. Invite him to Sunday lunch and fix him his favorite dessert.

I was all in, he was all in, my brother made fun of me, my mother encouraged me. My father, an Army doctor, couldn't wait to get the boys in the Army, break 'em down and build them up. Make men out of them. My spoiling him was just going to make his Army life more difficult. But love is blind, deaf and dumb. All I could do was jump when I heard the exhaust from his car pull up.

It was Easter week, we were off from school. The boys were outside working on their cars, the girls inside fixing them lunch. I was sent to call them in and they split up to wash their hands. My total love interest went down the hall to the kid's bathroom. Only after he closed the door did it come to mind that my used menstruation pad was in the waste basket, my rinsed out panties drying on the shower rod.

I cried, really cried, the embarrassment terrified me. My mother wasn't at all concerned, 'so now he knows your a woman'. Easy for her to say. Serving lunch was impossible, looking in his eyes impossible, sitting beside him impossible. But not a word, not a comment, all he did was say thank you, can I have another sandwich, more lemonade, was I free to go with him and my brother to the movies that afternoon.

That day when we walked out of the house he took my hand to walk me to the car.

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