Then things got really violent, often by her breaking anything glass nearby. My sheets were orange. This went on for almost a year. I was 18 and his approval and support felt very important. My boyfriend agreed to meet me. He goes full creeper, trying to make out with her, telling me we can have a three-way. In addition to wanting to protect myself from unplanned pregnancy, I also wanted to make it clear that this was indeed my choice.
I had finally, after a grueling 14 years of life alone, found love.
The story of how I lost my virginity at age 7
Shortly after our awkward, hormone-infused conversation ended, he went home and immediately called me. No music, no mood-setting—just pretty basic, protected, missionary that was over about as quick as it started. The weekend before we were both scheduled to leave, he came over to my parents to watch a movie. While she always started it, I don't recall her ever having any fun. He was my high school boyfriend and super religious. It was summertime, school was out, and we were madly in love. My first boyfriend was everything I had wanted in a lover: