I Went Looking For A Better Job I Ended Up Being Interviewed As A Wife

I turned 24, a year out of college and I was looking for a job with better pay, better possibilities and just as importantly real benefits. A friend of my mother knew the HR Director at a company and she maneuvered my name in to get me an interview. With the HR Director (a favor, although at the time I thought I was actually going of a job interview).

I sat in the lobby waiting on the HR Director and this man walked by and talked to the receptionist, he asked who I was waiting for (the HR Director was in a Monday morning meeting from 8 to 9. I was early). He said Hi, said his name was Davis and asked me to come sit in the conference room, offered me something to drink and brought me water. He sat down with me and said he always liked to know the folks looking for jobs in the company and if I didn't mind he would ask me some factual questions.

Was I married? Was I a Christian? Was I a virgin? What did I study other than my major? Where had I gone on vacations? Were my parents married or divorced? Every question they tell you that can't be asked. What would I do if he asked me to come in on Saturday, how about Sunday? Which Church did I attend. What brand of panties did I use. Was I prepared to start my family immediately. Was I a lesbian.

When the HR Director showed up he told her that it was fine, he was taking over and dismissed her. He said he was looking for a very special girl, one that wanted to start her own family, who had Christ in her life, one that had preserved her virginity for her husband. I seemed to have fit the mark. He was looking for a wife.

It was a quick affair, two weeks from the day I interviewed to the day I got married. It was a quick affair from the day I got married to the day I got pregnant. I moved straight into 'my' house, he showed it to me and told me that what I saw belonged to me and it was up to me to keep it up and make it a home. He wanted his children to grow up in a home with their mother.

By the time I turned 30 I had four children and I led a very engaged life. I was assigned a board seat on a couple of charities he supported, I ran all of his investments. He was totally hands off, he reviewed the results with me, but never got involved with the advisors. That was my job. I slept in a large room, with a smaller room next to it. That was reserved as a nursery for new babies. I was a queen B, pregnant delivering babies in the nest.

He turned 50 and we had a great big party. By then everyone who knew him knew me. I was his wife. Some asked nonsense questions, like how did we meet. I never answered the truth, he interviewed me for the job and hired me on the spot. I was hired because I was young, because I had an empty uterus for him, because I had never been 'touched' by strange hands. I was hired because I was the right race, the right religion and I held Christ in my heart. I was hired because I was a woman, no man could interview for that job. I was hired because I am five foot eight and have long legs and a tight rear end. He hired me to sleep with him, to become pregnant with him. He hired me to cook. A man should have a wife who cooks is one of his open ended tests. He hired me to have sex. In one package he had it all, his search was over.

Little did I know that Monday morning I was interviewing for the job of my life.