A Man Just Felt He Had To Take Care Of Me

I was 19 and worked as a server in a place known for tight tops and tight short shorts. I was looking after a table of men celebrating a birthday. At the table beside them were a couple of 'regulars', objectifying assholes. As I was busy I didn't pat attention to that table. As I leaned over to lay a pitcher down at the birthday table, one of the men from the other table grabbed my crotch. I was fired, the guy was told to leave, he sliced my tire as he went past my truck.

One of the birthday table saw him, he left a note to report it. I called him, and he remembered me from that restaurant. He was surprised I got fired for spilling a pitcher of beer when I had been goosed by a customer. He offered to buy me a tire, he wanted to know if I went to school. He offered to cover me, I could move in and be the housewife. That's how I got married.

I got the kitchen and the laundry, a debit card with money on it, registered for school at the city college. I also got a four year old Impala, macho car. He showed me off to his friends, their wives called me the 'young wife'. They also asked if he could keep it up, and if he satisfied me.

I was satisfied enough, I was still getting used to him. Nothing forced or weird, except for the cooking and cleaning. He gave me a new car when I got my degree in Political Science. He asked me to take things seriously, pop out a couple of babies. With a baby inside of me fell off the bed after sex and died there. I was 23, pregnant, a widow with several million dollars.

My daughter never met her father, but he left her taken care of. I don't work, I'm a widow housewife.