The Two Mothers Thing

The only daughter (adopted) of two moms I was raised to have an open mind. Of course that was code for being lesbian. But at 16 I went to a party with a couple of older girls at an apartment by the University. Whatever one thinks, guys are there to get some, and girls are there to get lucky. I hit the jackpot, a grad student, laid in a room and not in public, finished off with a studs load. Only after he was off did he asked me how old I was. I was supposed to say 17 which was legal at the time, but naked and processing what happened, I said 16.

He was 25. No way it was legal. He knew it, all the University guys knew to stay away from 16 year olds, and younger. He interrogated me and found out I wasn't using birth control and the days since my period was bad news. My mothers made it worse. The only thing that saved him was that I was pregnant.

He married me but I was kept home until I was old enough to leave on my own, 22. Basically when my husband was making enough to support me. I never got far enough away from my mothers, who never accepted my choice. My daughter never had to deal with that. We limited those conversations. Maybe I was too young, I was. But once your pregnant you grow up to deal with it. We did supervise our daughter, no secret parties with college boys.