My Made Up World Didn't Come True

During most of my college I lived with three other girls in a two bedroom. But for my senior year two of the girls had graduated and the other girl moved in with her boyfriend. I accepted taking a room with a male friend of mine.

From day one he overtalked me. He had me so why clean his bathroom. He said I could cook so he could save money and eat at home. If I was doing a load why was it such trouble for me to sort his dirty clothes and do his laundry. I was a good bedmaker, why wasn't his bed made.

Deja vu, I was back home with my older brothers. I never realized how much I missed it. I had the run of the place, everything in its place. Watching him eat with such pleasure, making sure he never walked out in a wrinkled shirt or dirty shorts. I made his bed slowly, carefully like I made my brother's bed every day before we left for school. I kept his bathroom spic and span. I knew instinctively I had found my calling. I wanted to be a housewife, graduate with my M R S degree.

Now, to get him to the altar.

One night mid winter, I took my pillow and got in bed with him. Where ever his hands went, how ever he grabbed me, what ever he wanted. By spring time my inner self was crying out to me. Pregnant would get him to the altar.

I graduated with my M I S S degree, four months pregnant. He told me to have a good life. He went west and I went east back to my family. My big brother took me in until I could get settled. At night full with my baby I cried myself to sleep. My brother asked me if I wanted him to go get him.