Talia: Married To The Wrong Person Far Too Long

What do we know when we’re young? Not only did I grow up in an insular small town, I was lucky enough to have a religious upbringing, with its bonus effect of screwed up views on sex. Sex is only okay after marriage, so if you are stupid enough to have sex with a guy, of course you are in love with him, right, or you wouldn’t have had sex in the first place, and marriage is definitely in the plans. Does it count that it was only the second date and he says he is too tired to drive home, so you let him stay and get some sleep and you wake up to find him inside of you? Does that count as making love? Do you have to love him then? Hell yeah!

So then I admit that I don’t love him, and try to break up with him, even though that is a sin, because I already slept with him, but he is persistent and won’t go away and buys me things, and takes me dancing… and well, makes us a couple, so – I must love him now, right?

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