first loves II
My first boyfriend—quite literally the first boy who gave me any attention at all—was definitely not husband material. He was possessive. He came from an unfortunate home life and basically he was my lost puppy I wanted to save. He was unhappy. He was a jealous person. And he was very fanatical with his church. He (or his mother—he was only seventeen) made ultimatums about never being able to see me if I didn’t join his church.
At one point, his mom kicked him out of the house for seeing me. I was devastated. Being a very family-oriented person, I could not fathom the thought of ever being kicked out of the house. Here was innocent little me, who had been held up on some pedestal by most everyone she’d ever met and suddenly this woman who didn’t even know me wanted to kick her son out of the house for seeing me because I wouldn’t join his church. He stayed at his grandparents’ house for six weeks until they came to some sort of “agreement.� She decided in her head that I was going to be her daughter-in-law. At one point when he was talking to me on the phone, she even got on the other line to talk to me and apologize for the way she’d acted and said she “better get to know me better if I was to become her daughter�… I was seventeen.
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