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But she was very controlling and kept me under Fort Knox–like conditions. I told him I thought he was dead and asked why it took him so long to contact me.
She’s had my Facebook password since I’ve had an account. He said he’d been adding me on Facebook but I’d always decline his requests. After we reunited, he showed me emails he’d sent trying to contact — and we both love to draw. You wouldn’t have believed we hadn’t been around each other for 12 years. Later that day, we went shopping because I had grown out of all my shorts, so I asked him if he could buy me some new ones.
What was your family like when you were growing up?
If she wants to see her grandkids we’ll send her money and she can drive to see us. Part of me thinks she won’t give a crap and then another part of me thinks she’ll want to hunt us down and get the police to lock us up and throw away the key. We’re so close that we always pick up on each other’s emotions.
I think my mom knew I was going to move out and it really was getting to the point where I needed to escape, she was socontrolling. Not when I was younger — she was going through a wild stage and she wanted to be more of a friend than a mother. I supported him through that and we ended up half-ass dating, then my mom found letters we had written to each other about making out. I had a girlfriend in middle school and that was the most major sexual experience I’d ever had. The fourth night rolled around and we ended up on the floor again. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top and after I bit him I could see goose bumps pop up from his toes to his shoulders.
She said things were getting too serious and sexual and took me out of class and homeschooled me for awhile. But she was very religious and every time we were intimate she would sob and read me verses out of the Bible. The second time we did it she cried and said we’d done something wrong and she was worried her grandmother would find out. Then he pinched my inner thigh and I got goose We stopped and said that we didn’t know what was going on but admitted that we had strong feelings for each other. I told him I wanted him to be the first person I made love to.
We’ll tell everybody that we got our marriage license, but they don’t have to see it. My grandmother and grandfather — my fiancé’s parents — are going to attend and my grandpa will give me away. Occasionally we slip up and call each other “babe” or other goofy little names.
The tables will have bouquets of trees without leaves to represent our marriage, which will be like a growing tree. She acts like there’s something up but she doesn’t know what the hell it is. Mine says, “I love my peanut butter,” because I call him my peanut butter.We discussed whether it was wrong and then we kissed. We talked about how it could be awkward if it didn’t end up working out.