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A Love That Will Never Die
When I was 20 an older guy fucked me at a party. I still had a year to go in college, he was working already and he was at the party with his younger sister Patty. For me the event was traumatic, it was my 'first time', I never was someone who dated, sex was not on my mind. Patty felt bad for me and she comforted me and took my side against her brother. The event brought us together and we became close friends.
But her brother was still around. He felt he had the right to take me in sex. It was difficult or impossible to push him back. He got his way more often than not. By the time we graduated
I was 'his girlfriend' and when we left college Patty and I moved in with him. I gave up.
We lived together for three years before I got married. Patty was my Maid of Honor. On my wedding night Patty declared her love for me and we ended up in each others arms, crying and declaring our love for each other. We kissed deeply, no kiss with a man can compare, and we kissed each other down there, a deliberate kiss to convey our love. The wedding was anticlimactic, I feigned a headache and Patty 'kept me company' on my wedding night.
It was several days before my husband was able to certify our marriage, he insisted on consummating the marriage but I was no longer interested. In my heart I married Patty. Our marriage was punctuated by periods of cold periods, I became pregnant during one of those periods, I had no interest in him. He took me by force. Then a nightmare. Patty was in a car accident, she died several days later. My heart was broken. I was pregnant and there was fear I would lose the baby in my grief. I named my baby after her.
I still love her after all these years. My husband worked hard to assuage my grief, and in time I became his wife. The years pass one by one. I rely heavily on my husband. But very deep in my soul is my love for Patty, my one true love, and I grieve for her till this day. I am comforted in that her namesake, my daughter Patty, is part of her in that her brother is my daughter's father.
But her brother was still around. He felt he had the right to take me in sex. It was difficult or impossible to push him back. He got his way more often than not. By the time we graduated
I was 'his girlfriend' and when we left college Patty and I moved in with him. I gave up.
We lived together for three years before I got married. Patty was my Maid of Honor. On my wedding night Patty declared her love for me and we ended up in each others arms, crying and declaring our love for each other. We kissed deeply, no kiss with a man can compare, and we kissed each other down there, a deliberate kiss to convey our love. The wedding was anticlimactic, I feigned a headache and Patty 'kept me company' on my wedding night.
It was several days before my husband was able to certify our marriage, he insisted on consummating the marriage but I was no longer interested. In my heart I married Patty. Our marriage was punctuated by periods of cold periods, I became pregnant during one of those periods, I had no interest in him. He took me by force. Then a nightmare. Patty was in a car accident, she died several days later. My heart was broken. I was pregnant and there was fear I would lose the baby in my grief. I named my baby after her.
I still love her after all these years. My husband worked hard to assuage my grief, and in time I became his wife. The years pass one by one. I rely heavily on my husband. But very deep in my soul is my love for Patty, my one true love, and I grieve for her till this day. I am comforted in that her namesake, my daughter Patty, is part of her in that her brother is my daughter's father.
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