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My Family
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Straight Male / 68
Married A Turkish Girl, Or Else
The year was 1988. I worked for a large company in town and this girl came to work. She had a degree from college and worked in accounts. He name was Ayla, 23. The eldest girl of six. Her father was an engineer that worked at the plant.
We had a Friday night happy hour thing going on and Ayla came to it, but wanted to leave. Not because the happy hour itself was bad but because she had to get home to help her mother. I didn't want her to leave and walked her out to her car and things got rough and she ended up getting screwed that night. Fury is the word I would use. She was ruined is what she said.
The long and short is that she insisted on eloping. It was better to elope than try to get her parents to let her marry an American boy. And she could not, and would not, tell her parents that I had ruined her.
Her eloping went bad at home, but that is the price to pay. If she had told her father that I had her unmarried, well then maybe I wouldn't be around to tell the story.
Ayla did what girls like her do. Over the next ten years she had six kids. Two boys and four girls. She's pretty westernized now, except for one thing. I ruined her and that means that she can never leave. Her parents had to accept that their daughters weren't going back to Turkey to find a husband. And since the eldest daughter was married, that opened up room for them to follow suit. All six girls ended up with American men.
We had a Friday night happy hour thing going on and Ayla came to it, but wanted to leave. Not because the happy hour itself was bad but because she had to get home to help her mother. I didn't want her to leave and walked her out to her car and things got rough and she ended up getting screwed that night. Fury is the word I would use. She was ruined is what she said.
The long and short is that she insisted on eloping. It was better to elope than try to get her parents to let her marry an American boy. And she could not, and would not, tell her parents that I had ruined her.
Her eloping went bad at home, but that is the price to pay. If she had told her father that I had her unmarried, well then maybe I wouldn't be around to tell the story.
Ayla did what girls like her do. Over the next ten years she had six kids. Two boys and four girls. She's pretty westernized now, except for one thing. I ruined her and that means that she can never leave. Her parents had to accept that their daughters weren't going back to Turkey to find a husband. And since the eldest daughter was married, that opened up room for them to follow suit. All six girls ended up with American men.
