Beginnings
I grew up with a mother, who thought perfection was the only way for a man to want you. My mother was a perfectionist and had an obsession with the idea of her daughters becoming the perfect women.
A divine being all men will lust for.
A being who has the power of manipulation and can make any man praise her feet. That was my mother 's goal for her daughters. She succeeded and for a while, she had everything planned out. Marry all her daughters out to the richest men. That seemed great, right? ...... but it wasn't.
The thing about rich men is that they don't care about the well being of whom the women they choose to mary, they care about physical appearances and how well you are in bed.
my sisters I, being mama's girls we were docile and naive. we agreed with my mother's idea. At 16 years old, I decided to marry a 47-year-old oil tycoon.
When I walked up to the alter I had a realization. Why fuck was I marrying a 47-year-old man, who's old enough to be my father. what the fuck was I thinking to let my mother marry me off to some abusive, sex addict- insane man.
Shook with fright, shame, and embarrassment I ran out of the church and ran, and ran until I couldn't run anymore. I ran for so long that my feet had blisters, my feet ached so much that I couldn't stand. While I was running, I found an old shed I stayed there for 4 days, until an older man named abe, found me lying in a dirty, white wedding dress, with tear-stained cheeks.
He took me in and claimed me as his own, the sad thing about this whole ordeal is that my mother didn't even look for me. When I turned on the TV and saw on the news that my sister Adeline Carter married Bill Fox, the 47-year-old oil tycoon.
That is where my story began.
