Very Trad Wife

When I was twenty I drove with two girlfriends to Vegas. It was our escape from college. In Vegas, the first night, we met these older men. I gave up my virginity to a complete stranger. The next day I was upset and scared. He told me he was as clean as a whistle. It didn't matter, I was the definition of regret.

He said, "well then I'll marry you". We got married with a toy ring that second day. He took full advantage of the situation. I was introduced to 'the Man of the House makes the decisions'. I went back to college, married, with a sore ego. By the time we got back to college I had convinced myself it wasn't real.

But it was, and that wiggling feeling meant I was pregnant. "Now what?" didn't cover it. I was scared. Petrified scared.

He wanted a housewife, home bound mother was good for him, and if she was 20 that was even better. I got the " Daddy wants Mommy". I changed schools, and lived with him. Had my baby.

I'm still married, divorce or separation was out of the question. I had another kid after I got my degree. I do my housework without complaining. He works to support us. It's very traditional.

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