I've Come To Terms I'm Not Normal

After my sister got married my family put a lot of pressure on me to get married. Over Christmas I was pushed on the son of some family friends, ten years older. On the day I got married, I gave in, the Priest had to ask me three times if I accepted my to be husband. My uncle answered for me, and the Priest moved quickly ahead.

There was no sex on my wedding night, I locked myself in the bathroom. I moved and carried out my role, except we had separate rooms. He found a girlfriend at work, who came to me after a few months and wanted to know why I wouldn't have sex. I don't want to was the wrong answer. I almost asked her why she had sex, did she like it?

Five years after I got married Marie came to me and wanted to know if I was going to give him children, if not did I mind if she did. Sure, go ahead, lucky you. A year later I gave birth to a new baby girl. I gave in. I wanted her named after her, Marie. Afterall her son was named after him.

Once the water broke, I was a woman, like it or not. Marie stays home, I work. We have separate houses. Ten years later I don't know why I'm the way I am. Marie has all her marbles, I do my thing. My sister, she's a role model. My daughter is three and a half and is into bows and dresses. Marie's and my sister's influence, I'm sure.