Lesbian Female / 34
My American Name Is Alice
Am I the only one?
.It feels that way. I was married at nineteen to a man with a future. It's the last gasp of my parents to provide for me. The last party. My parents are both dead. My husband moved me to Buffalo New York, later to the much warmer south. There are just a few people from my town, no body I knew when I lived there, no attachment to my past.
I have tried to be a good wife. I speak English now. I obtained a high school equivalency diploma and I have a real estate certification. I keep myself busy, I have two daughters, I met a man who made me a partner and he finances and I find properties to flip. I own two houses now, one we live in, and one we rent. This helps my husband.
But I have a secret from him, from my family, from the man who finances the buying and selling of properties. Only my mother knew, that's why she hurried to marry me. It is something that in the last few years has become talked about everywhere, but I am still embarrassed. I cannot risk my marriage, my family, my work.
I envy those who are so explicit, but I must remain hidden. It is only my job that let's me meet and participate with other women like me. But I live in fear that one day one of them will speak.
Am I the only one?
.It feels that way. I was married at nineteen to a man with a future. It's the last gasp of my parents to provide for me. The last party. My parents are both dead. My husband moved me to Buffalo New York, later to the much warmer south. There are just a few people from my town, no body I knew when I lived there, no attachment to my past.
I have tried to be a good wife. I speak English now. I obtained a high school equivalency diploma and I have a real estate certification. I keep myself busy, I have two daughters, I met a man who made me a partner and he finances and I find properties to flip. I own two houses now, one we live in, and one we rent. This helps my husband.
But I have a secret from him, from my family, from the man who finances the buying and selling of properties. Only my mother knew, that's why she hurried to marry me. It is something that in the last few years has become talked about everywhere, but I am still embarrassed. I cannot risk my marriage, my family, my work.
I envy those who are so explicit, but I must remain hidden. It is only my job that let's me meet and participate with other women like me. But I live in fear that one day one of them will speak.
Am I the only one?
