Out of Wedlock

Mom flushed with anger when she heard the news, “You are out of control, Miss! Look what you have done to your family. Your dad and I will make arrangements for you to leave town. Tell all your friends you have decided to go to college in another state; you WILL be leaving.”

 

When she left the room, she slammed the door as if to vent her anger. I still couldn’t believe what I did, being totally in denial after missing my period. The doctor had confirmed it though; my morning nausea was from an unexpected pregnancy.

 

I couldn’t help it. I have never been able to say no to sex. I was craving sex from the time I was a small child, having visions of boys kissing and touching me throughout grade school. If I hadn’t been so ugly before my teens, there was a good chance this situation would have happened much earlier.

 

Now, after wearing braces, straightening my hair, makeup and padded bras, I was able to get a guy interested enough in me to fulfill my fantasies. I really thought I had changed for the better, being attractive to the male gender.

 

Arrangements were made for me to leave town. I was an embarrassment to my family, not yet reaching the age of eighteen. I was told not to tell my boyfriend in case he wanted the baby. The child would be adopted and I would resume my life as if nothing ever happened.

 

 My mother and father said, “We promise you to keep your whereabouts a secret. We promise not to tell anyone so you won’t be embarrassed when you return.”

 

I moved to Tennessee for three months, to live with my parents’ friends. They thought I was just getting fat. Then, I was sent to an unwed mothers’ home for the remainder of the nine months and had my daughter in 1967, without any complications. She was put up for adoption to a family in south Texas.

 

 My aunt set me up with a blind date and after one night he tried to seduce me. I pulled away and said, “I can’t do this!”

 

He asked, “Is it because you need to recover from having your baby?”

 

I was furious. I told him to leave and when my parents came home from work, I asked them, “Whom did you tell that I was pregnant?”

 

“We had to tell family because they needed to know what happened to you. Your aunt Esther planned to pay for your college tuition and we knew you weren’t in college.”

 

“So, you told people I birthed a child out of wedlock. How can I trust you after the broken promises you made to keep this a secret?” I asked.

 

“We thought we could trust you with boys,” she said.

 

“I learned my lesson after losing my first baby to strangers. Believe me, I’m cured!”

 

Thirty-eight years later, my daughter e-mailed me from Maine

Reviews

[Albert Freeman]

Wow now that was a nice ending. Is there a follow up to what happened after the e-mail or is this a stand alone? Another good story.

[DarkAngelWriter]

Holy s**t. Great ending to this part. Is there more??