Someone said to me, “You need to wait until you’re married.”
I said, “I’m sorry I can’t. I just turned fifteen.”
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I rolled my eyes and said, “I know, Dad. Wait ‘till I’m married. You’ve told me that a million times already. Don’t you trust me?”
“Trust you?” Dad replied with his fist clinched and quickly loosing blood flow. “Of course I trust you. It’s that boy I don’t trust!”
I smiled and went in for a hug, “Oh, Dad, you really are ridiculous. He loves me and he would never make me do anything I don’t want to do, so there is nothing to worry about. You are so old-fashioned! Most of my friends have already done it, you know.”
As the words were falling out of my mouth I tried to catch them, but my hands were not quick enough. That last comment was sure to get me stuck at home again watching reruns of 20/20 with Mom while the rest of my friends were at the party.
But Dad let me go that night and by 8PM I was making out with my boyfriend in a dark basement. There were only three couples at that “party” and by 9PM we were quite alone on the couch. In a very short time, I was swatting my boyfriend’s hands away from me like I was the lone flower stuck in a field of honey bees.
I tried to stay strong, but I trusted him and I loved him. He would never do anything to hurt me. His loving voice whispered, “If you love me, then it’s okay.”
That made sense because he did love me. I broke away from his lips for a second and said, “No! I have to wait until I’m married.” He said, “You have to or you want to? Because I think you don’t want to.”
I pushed him away, fixed my clothes and walked away. My mind played ring-around-the-rosy while I said, “I guess have to and I don’t want to.”
As I stood by the door waiting for him to follow, he gently motioned for me to come back and sit beside him. He looked so cute and pitiful. He had one last plea for me to consider, “Let’s pretend that we’re married.”
“Pretend? Pretend? Did you just really say that? Is that the best you can come up with? I’m not going to pretend!”
He met me at the door, gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “Then marry me!”
I had dreamt of hearing those words, but not like this. It was only then that I realized Dad was right.
I said, “I'm sorry I can't. I just turned fifteen.”
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Such an interesting anecdote! Even though it's something you dealt with in real life it sounds like something I'd read in a Judy Blume book. Thanks for sharing this. I enjoyed reading it, as I did not have an experience like that when I was fifteen.
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ReplyDeleteGood for you!! I was not so strong.
ReplyDeleteGreat story. Definitely one I can relate to.
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