Wednesday, August 6, 2014

More About Mom and Dad, my First Date and my First Boyfriend

My mom let me go on my first date when I was twelve, with a guy who was sixteen. His breath smelled like popcorn at the movies, he was fat, and he had a lot of zits. He asked if he could kiss me, but I said, "No." I didn't go out with him again.

When I was sixteen, my mom let me have my first boyfriend, who was twenty-one. He asked if he could kiss me, and I said, "Well...okay." But I decided to get out of the relationship after he shoved his tongue so far down my throat that I couldn't breathe. While writing the break-up note, I asked her if I could lie and say that my mom just wouldn't allow me to be with a twenty-one year-old. "I guess," she said.

My dad was out of the picture. He still is. So is my mom. They have abusive, meth-addict or alcoholic significant others, respectfully. It's been that way since I was eight.


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