Nothing Happens In A Vacuum: Why I Dropped Out Of College And Got Married

In previous posts I described some of what I was feeling and going through as I went off to college. In my 4/24/19 post, titled "Why, For Me, My Mother Went From Dearest Mommy To 'Mommie Dearest'", I wrote "I tried hard to avoid being directly involved in the family dysfunction, as much as possible, keeping to myself all I could due to how unhealthy it always felt to me emotionally in that home. As soon as I reached an age to be able to escape it, I did, which was when I went away to college, attending both summer sessions right after my high school graduation. Once I was finally out of that house, I dreaded ever going back into all that misery there, again." In my post titled "More Of My Memories Of My Mother", dated 5/8/19, I wrote: "Of course, the issues I had with my mother weren't just limited to my not being properly protected from the illicit intentions of males, or her so openly playing favorites among her children, with me always being the Black Sheep. For example, before I went away to college, I shared my amazing news, with my mother, that I had received a Calling from God! Because of that, I told her, I was going to pursue some kind of Christian ministry position through my course of study. While she had always seemed quite impressed by pastors of the churches we had attended as a family, and was even very admiring of the female Director of Christian Education in our church, she simply looked at me with a very unhappy, unimpressed look, and said with some disgust in her voice, "Ministers don't make any money!" 

Once she dropped me off at college, my mother never called me, even just to see how I was adjusting to such a new lifestyle, or how I was doing, or what my classes were like. She didn't even approve of my career goal. I felt NO EMOTIONAL SUPPORT, actually, then or for the entire time that I was growing up. All these things were very daunting and confusing, for me, affecting everything in my life, large and small. It seemed that NOTHING I specifically did ever impressed her enough for her to be supportive toward me--- something every child greatly needs from their parents, as they are growing up and going out into this world, trying to find their place in it." Also, this post is fraught with examples of what I meant by what I said in my Blog post dated 4/3/19, titled "If You Love Someone, Set Them Free , , , ", which was that "We suffer from the pervasive consequences of Original Sin, the sins of others, and our own sin, and we must acknowledge all of that, at some point." This background information needs to be combined together, in this post, along with more about my family, but this time including more about my extended family, in order for me to describe the 'perfect storm' that would ultimately sink my college studies and launch me into being a bride at the age of 18.

While I was growing up, there were several family reunions that occurred, on my mother's side, which were attended by a fairly large number of relatives. (I even recall being led into a room to meet my great-grandmother, once, as she lay frail and old in her bed, at one of these gatherings.) These get-togethers were usually hosted at my grandmother's house, and always included an assortment of aunts and uncles with their children in tow. Almost all of us kids would gravitate toward one another and visit together, enjoying eating all the homemade goodies and playing games of tag between the two big trees in the front yard, despite the humidity and heat of the Carolina Summer. One family, though, always seemed to be, and to be treated like, the outcasts from the family tree. I was never completely clear as to why, but it seemed to me to be equally thrust upon and embraced by them. 

The mother, my aunt, was always smiling and very pleasant whenever I saw her, or briefly interacted with her at these family events. Unlike my mother, there didn't seem to be a mean bone in her body. Her boys seemed to be rascally mischief-makers, though, unlike the rest of the cousins who were all more social and civilized in their behavior. Her daughter was very pretty, quiet, and thoroughly antisocial, never having anything at all to do with anyone there, but keeping entirely to herself. I never really got to know this particular family very well, among all my relatives, as I grew up, as they were the only ones that my mother never had us visit, or vice versa. Except for the rest of us children running to the grown-ups, at times, at my grandmother's house, to urgently tell them things such as those boys were in the backyard shooting at things with their BB gun, and such, in order for there to be an adult intervention of what we saw as disturbingly violent acts on their part, none of us really had very much directly to do with them. I recall seeing the oldest of these boys wearing his white, U.S. Navy, sailor uniform, later on, one of the times that the extended family had assembled at grandmother's house as usual, but I never really paid much attention to these 'troublemaker' cousins. 

My mother never encouraged us to interact with any of them, either, which was a marked contrast to how she made sure that we knew all our other cousins very well. Over the years, as we would visit back and forth with all the aunts, and the associated cousins, except for this one (the mother of these rakish boys), I would ask my mother why this was the case. All she would say about it was that THIS aunt, one of her sisters, was a VERY DIRTY person, and that her house was never clean. (I always wondered how she knew that, since we literally NEVER visited there!) The only other thing mom ever said to me about her was that this aunt had gone on a train ride as a young woman, and had met a man there and gotten pregnant out of wedlock with her oldest son, Jim. Apparently she eventually met and married another man, who then became his stepfather, and she had her other children with him. I don't think that Jim's biological father was ever in the picture except for getting her pregnant on that train.

One year, when I was a sophomore in high school, one of the family reunions took place at a great-aunt's home, which was a long drive from the city we lived in. After we had all eaten and visited, my mother wanted to do some shopping while we were around a much larger city, before we headed back home, but was not familiar enough with it to be able to get around there on her own. As evening approached, she asked one of her nephews who lived in this larger city, who happened to be Jim, the oldest of my roguish cousins from this one family which she never seemed to approve of (or want us to get to know, or to be involved with in any real way), if he would lead her to the main shopping district in his car, with her following in hers. He helpfully obliged her, and then she told him that since he was doing her that favor, she didn't want him to be all by himself in his car, just leading us as we followed behind him. So, she offered ME up, to be his companion, alone in his car with him. I felt so strange and uneasy, as we drove along, while I did my best to make polite conversation.

I didn't really know him, or his own family, well at all, except for the bad impressions of them that my mother had taught me, from her own, and my observations of them being unnervingly unruly, as we grew up. He was 9 years older than I was, so I was 15 at the time and he was 24 years old. That was THE ONLY TIME that ANY member of my own family had EVER DIRECTLY VISITED with ANYONE in HIS family, the ENTIRE time I was growing up, except for whatever cursory chats took place very occasionally during the family reunions. Now, I was ALONE with him, in his car, driving through the dark streets of a large and unknown city, so that my mother could go shopping. After we got to the store that she wanted, my mother told Jim goodbye since she no longer needed him, then I rode home with my own family. Because of the mindset my mother had taught me about that family, as I grew up, and the fact that we NEVER even visited them AT ALL but DID with EVERYONE ELSE in our family tree, it was the furthest thing from my mind that I would ever in my lifetime have any other direct interactions with Jim besides that one very uncomfortable car ride which I endured because my mother gave me no choice.

A couple of years later, my high school graduation was taking place right on top of my starting college out of town. I had begun my freshman year in college before the typical starting point of the Fall semester. While most of my motivation was to finally be able to get out of that acutely uncomfortable home environment of my upbringing, some of it was due to that 'ALL IN' enthusiasm that young people have at that age as they go forth toward their goals and aspirations. Because of my recent Calling from God, I realized that I might have more years of study ahead of me than just the 4 years of college, to prepare for that. It must be said, though, that when God Called me, I had responded to Him with "What exactly does that MEAN, You are 'Calling' me?", and I wasn't at all sure what form that would actually take, for me, back then. Women weren't seen in pulpit ministries at that time, and with the various limitations on what women were allowed or enabled to do, I couldn't get any kind of a clear picture or sure direction as to where I was headed with this. I simply signed up for the classes which would or could be helpful toward this course of study, as foundational preparation, even though I was attending a state university and not a religiously-affiliated school. I took classes like New Testament Greek, Philosophy, and Public Speaking. 

Being Summer school, the campus was largely deserted, and very quiet. I went to classes, then back to my dorm room to study, and in between went to the dining hall for meals that turned out to be the same, unimpressive menu day in and day out, which could keep you alive but never satisfy you. It was very basic and fairly unpalatable grub. Besides being on a college student's budget, I couldn't go off campus to eat anything better due to freshmen not being allowed to keep a car on campus, and mine being parked so far away. The old car my dad gave me when I was 16 that I still drove now had to be parked in what was cynically referred to as 'the South Forty', which an online urban dictionary defines as "Way the hell out there; far away." To walk all the way there, including through isolated areas, to get to it, then walk back to campus from there, after parking it, was time-consuming and prohibitive, besides being discouraged simply by the Summer heat and humidity bearing down. The two Summer sessions I attended each covered a whole semester's course curriculum in a few weeks, rather than months, causing me to spend most of my time sitting at the desk in my dorm room, hunched over my books, studying. I had never had backaches before, but now I was almost constantly in real pain, in my neck and shoulders especially, as I sat there, once classes were over each day, reviewing my notes and reading.

The dorm provided a couple of phones at the end of each hall in a closet-like booth, for all the girls living on that floor, where you would go to receive incoming calls that were announced over the speaker system by a girl at the desk downstairs. Times were not like they are today, in many ways, including that there were only landlines then. There was no such thing as cell phones. I had stopped paying much attention to the speaker alerting various girls to their incoming phone calls, as I sat at my desk studying alone in my room, because none of them were ever for me, anyway. I had gotten used to the fact that no one in my family ever called me, and no one else knew I was there; or so I thought. One afternoon I vaguely heard the speaker announcing an incoming call for some girl. They kept announcing it rather persistently, so eventually it broke through my 'study fog' as I was sitting there in my room, and I suddenly realized that IT WAS FOR ME! I had to ask someone where to even go to answer it, because I had never had a call before this one for me to even know what to do! 

As I answered the call, some guy's voice that I didn't recognize kept telling me who he was, but even with that I still had NO IDEA AT ALL, almost finally hanging up on him in annoyance after I kept responding to him several times that "I think they paged the WRONG girl to the phone." I had interrupted my studying, for this 'wrong number' call, which now was also reinforcing my emotional let down that, sure enough, my own family STILL had never called me at all. I literally had the phone halfway down to being hung up, on this guy, finally, when I suddenly realized that this might actually be someone that DID know me! Putting the phone back to my ear, I told him that I had just now begun to even make the connection as to who this was. It was Jim. That cousin, that I really didn't know at all, whom I was forced to ride with in his car, by my mother, that one time years before this. The university that I was attending was in the same large city that he lived in. It would surely be due to my mother that he even knew that I was there. I wasn't sure why she would put me in this position, again, with him. SHE couldn't be bothered to call me even ONCE, or anything else, but she managed to interject this near-stranger-relative into my life, once again, at a time in my life when for so many reasons I was very vulnerable. WHY HIM?!? My mother created problems for me.

He invited me to go to a restaurant for dinner, and the food was way better than the campus chow, plus it was All You Can Eat of one of my favorite Southern meals: fish, fries, coleslaw, hush puppies, and sweet tea. The place was packed and lively, and the food was great! Because it was the Summer session at school, there wasn't a roommate in my dorm room with me, either, so I had essentially been alone for weeks at this point. It felt so good to be off campus for awhile, and to feel like I was 'out among the living' once again! I really perked up, having some of my various needs met, from the long list of those that had been ignored for too long. Jim treated me well, kind of like my Welcome Ambassador to the city, and we began to get to know one another finally. As time went on, I ate more meals off campus, in restaurants that he treated me to, and one weekend, we even ended up going to the beach for a few days, after I had expressed how much I missed having a Summer vacation that year, since my family usually went to the beach every Summer but I was in school now instead. 

He was always nice toward me, and rather protective it seemed, which was something I wasn't used to at all, since I had not had that type of treatment from my family. Eventually he invited me over to swim in the pool at the apartment complex where he lived with a friend of his named Harvey, in a 2 Bedroom unit they split the rent on. The pool was so refreshing and relaxing, and afterward Jim offered to give me a back massage after I mentioned to him how much constant back pain I had now, that seemed to come from my long hours of sitting at my desk studying. I had never had a massage in my life, and as I lay on my stomach on his living room floor, so he could rub the knots and the tension out of my sore back, I was lulled into a deep state of relaxation. It felt so good! When he finished, I rolled over onto my back and just sighed deeply and contentedly. That's when, suddenly, before I knew what was happening, he kissed me. Not like a cousin of mine. Like a guy kisses a girl--- that he really likes. Uh Oh! I realized he had crossed a line that we simply couldn't cross, and he suddenly didn't seem so much like the nice, fun, protective, 'big brotherly' cousin, to me.

I stopped being around him, doing anything with him. Yet I missed him, because I had grown attached to him by this time, and he had made my life feel so much better than it had before he came along. Still, I told him this was not happening, but he kept coming over to the lobby of my dorm, not taking 'NO!' for an answer. I kept telling the girl at the desk, who paged me about him showing up there, again and again and again, that I was not going to come down because I had already told him not to come around me anymore. She told me that he was sitting down there actually crying, refusing to leave the lobby, and that I would have to tell him, again, myself. He would not leave me alone! I didn't know what to do, and I didn't think I had anyone to turn to, about this. It was tainted, and embarrassing, because he was my cousin, and because I had thought of him that way; until this happened. I had long ago learned that my family was not there for me, so they were not an option. The Summer sessions ended, but then the Fall semester began. I had new problems to deal with then.

With all the students now back in school, I suddenly had a roommate, after getting very used to not sharing that small space with another person over the Summer. We were oil and water, from the start. She was really a jerk, this girl. I had gone shopping for things I needed for the semester, including some better food to keep handy in my dorm room, and had parked my car behind the dorm just long enough to go up and down all the stairs to unload this into my room. She was hanging out the window of our room, like a spotter, and she did let me know when Campus Security arrived back there to see my unauthorized freshman vehicle parked there on campus, briefly, but she didn't call down to tell them it would just be there long enough to unload, and she didn't call me over to the window so I could tell them myself. She waited until after they wrote me a ticket, and THEN she let me know they were there at my car, laughing about it as she told me. She insisted on continually playing the very same, distracting, music album over and over and over, which I hated, saying that she absolutely could not study without it on. Always. No compromise at all. I, however, was used to having total peace and quiet, which is how I needed it to be to really focus on what I was reading for my classes. So, I ended up walking clear across campus to the library to study, every single night, leaving her our dorm room as if she were living there without a roommate. >sigh!<  

I felt weary, frustrated, demoralized, and because I had not taken any real break between high school and this point, I felt pretty burned out by then. My studies started to suffer, my grades started to slump, and I felt myself slipping into despair. I didn't feel that anyone cared about me, or what my needs were, in my life. The way that Jim had been there for me started to look very appealing by contrast. As silly as it sounds, someone had also drawn a heart, in part of the concrete sidewalk when it was newly poured, with "Jim + Deb" written in the middle of it, which was right along my path as I walked between the dorm and my classes every day. There was no getting around it, and my seeing it became a constant reminder to me of how much better some things in my life had felt when Jim was around and I had someone there for me. I was sad and stressed out. His persistence, in trying to convince me not to shut him out of my life, on top of my not having any other real support system than him, eventually drove me back into being with him again. 

I still didn't want to be involved with him, or any guy, romantically at that point, though. I already had a lot in my life to deal with. And, he was my cousin. And, I was studying for the ministry. And, I was a virgin. I didn't really have any idea how to cope with all the things going on in my life, both my ongoing family problems and all the new experiences I was having now that I was away at school for the first time. I had one college friend confess she was gay, and come onto me in a very aggressive way, which was an entirely new thing for me to deal with, and shook me up, while another coed blithely told me that she had just gone to get an abortion, from her boyfriend getting her pregnant, which was a harsh reality, to me. She was upbeat, telling me about it just before she drove off in her green convertible with the top down, smiling as if the world was her oyster. This was the first time in my life that I had ever been exposed to either controversy, for me to try to deal directly with them. 

Because things weren't talked about or discussed, in my family, I remained an innocent in many ways. I still would often wonder what the pictures or words that I saw scrawled in bathroom stalls even meant! I had also been trained by my parents to feel that my own thoughts and emotions about things were not valid, were always to be subjugated to those of others in a deferential manner, and were not to be expressed by me openly, all causing me to feel that I had no right to be assertive at all, even and especially on my own behalf, such as with my selfish and inconsiderate roommate in the dorm. I. was. losing. it. now. I had nowhere to turn, and nobody to discuss these things with. Except for Jim, who was also one of my problems; and soon he would become an even bigger problem for me. One of the biggest of my life.

Jim had been a Machinist's Mate in the Navy, sailing around the world on the aircraft carrier USS Coral Sea, going to exotic ports of call during the ship's cruises. I had gone from my parent's house into the girl's dorm at college, and never been too many places more than the beach for summer vacations with my family. Jim also had 9 more years (nearly a full decade) of life experience over me. When I went off to college, I was still a teenager. I had ended up allowing Jim to be back in my life, especially since he made it so clear that he really wanted to be, and really cared about me, when it seemed that nobody else did.

With my dorm room being so unpleasant for me, now, because of my obnoxious roommate, I avoided it all I could, and began staying over at Jim's apartment more often than not. However, I was still a virgin, and we were not 'going there'. I thought he didn't want to cross a sexual line with me, again, like he had when he kissed me that time, and risk never being allowed back around me, again, after that. He wanted to be in my life, in whatever way that I would let him be.

Sometimes Harvey had a girl staying over with him at their apartment, from what seemed to be an assortment of them that he knew. He and Jim were such a contrast! Harvey was every inch the hard-partying playboy, while Jim lived a quiet, conservative lifestyle. I even asked Jim once if he was still a virgin, and he told me he wasn't, but only because he went so late in life, compared to his guy friends, without knowing a woman sexually, largely due to his shyness, that his buddies took it upon themselves to send him a woman, one night, to 'teach him the ropes'. I can't recall whether they paid her to have sex with him or just got her to do it with him for some reason, but he said that was his only sexual experience so far. Some nights Harvey didn't come home at all, apparently staying with one of his ladies. He had a full bar set up in their apartment, though, and copies of Playboy and Hustler sitting around for his . . . reading material. Jim wasn't really a drinker or a partier. I had virtually no experience with alcohol, and had never partied except birthday and church versions, growing up. The mother of one of my friend's in high school once gave me a small paper cup with a couple of sips of Cold Duck in it, to celebrate my friend's horseback riding event which I had been invited to watch.

One of the times that Harvey stayed out all night somewhere else, Jim started showing me all the variety of liquors that Harvey had in his bar. He was explaining about them all having different flavors and things, which I knew nothing at all about, and he began to give me tastes of them as I became curious about what he was telling me. There were quite a few of them.  After that, I could only vaguely remember lying naked in the tub shivering from cold water splashing down on me from the shower head, at some point that night, and I thought I recalled both leaning over the toilet and lying on the cold bathroom floor. That was about it.

When I woke up the next morning, feeling sick, I was laying next to Jim in his water bed, and all I had on then was my panties. I went to the bathroom, feeling really nauseous and queasy, and noticed that there was red blood stains inside the crotch of my panties, but it wasn't my period! I went back into Jim's room, and asked him about it. He told me that he had gotten me drunk the night before and had taken my clothes off me, putting me in his bed. He said that he then started to penetrate me, while I was passed out, but he stopped himself, he said, and didn't go all the way in. He told me that he likely tore the hymen before he stopped, though, since there was blood, which is the membrane covering the opening of the vagina--- the main thing proving a female's virginity.

I was hungover. I was devastated. I was ruined, to my way of thinking, because these were still times in America when things were MUCH more black and white! For example, almost no one was divorced, back then, and if they were, they were whispered about, but NO ONE EVER said the word "divorced" out LOUD. Back then, a girl had every right to expect love and marriage, and a future in that way, as long as she was a 'good girl'; a virgin. If she wasn't a virgin, her value was greatly diminished, and her chances of ever having wholesome happiness in a marital union was almost nil. She wouldn't be able to hide the fact that her hymen wasn't intact, to be broken on her wedding night by the groom, either. So, she would have to tell him up front, beforehand, to be fair, knowing that it would raise questions with him about what kind of a girl she was, and would put her at risk of being rejected by him altogether. Because my cousin had done this to me, whom I did not love in that way, I was left feeling that NO man would ever want me, NOW. I was damaged goods. Always. Jim was the ONLY man that would EVER know that I WAS in fact undisputedly a virgin, when HE first had me; or took me. No other man would be able to know that, now.

By this time it was late in the Fall semester. My grades had been decent in both Summer sessions, but now they were seriously dropping. I felt like my life was in free fall. I called home and told mom that I needed to come there NOW, to talk to her about something VERY IMPORTANT, which couldn't wait until Christmas break! Then, I drove hours to get there, and could barely get through dinner before seeking her out to try to have this very difficult conversation. She had gone into the den and was reading the newspaper, as I found her there and said again to her, "Mom, I NEED to TALK to you!" She held her paper up higher, then, fully opened, between us, totally blocking out any sight of me. I pleaded, "Mom! PLEASE TALK TO ME! I NEED to tell you something IMPORTANT!" She simply replied, from behind her paper, "I am reading the paper now." I reminded her that I had called ahead to tell her I would be driving home tonight because I had something urgent to discuss with her, but she just kept holding her newspaper high, shutting me out.

My frustration, rejection, and sadness finally exploded in me, then, and I slapped the paper right out of her hands with a sharp, sweeping gesture of my arm, saying to her, "I'm just going to go back to Greensboro tonight, then; but YOU WILL REGRET that you NEVER LISTENED TO ME, some day." I drove back, on the dark highway, tears running down my face. I just wasn't important to my mom. [A good reference resource link for this is here:  counselingoneanother.com/2011/07/21/25-ways-to-provoke-your-child-to-anger/  which you can copy and paste into your browser. The article is titled "25 Ways To Provoke Our Children To Anger", where Dr. Paul Tautges, a pastor, author, speaker, and blogger himself, cites this list as being from one of his Top 10 Recommended Counseling Resources and parenting book The Heart Of Anger, by biblical counselor, author, and speaker Lou Priolo. As a child, I experienced 20 of the 25 things on this list, from my parents, provoking me to anger.]

The next day, I told Jim that I needed to talk to him, and asked him to meet me at my dorm. When he arrived, I said to him, "You have always shown me that you care about me. I won't be able to have any other man have what you had with me, since I am no longer a virgin now. If you want to marry me, then, I will do that." He did want to, but as we began to talk to a minister, at a church in town, about marrying us, and prepared to get our Marriage License, we realized that in some states it was not even legal for us to marry at all, because of the close tie between us in our bloodline, as relatives of one another. It was LEGALLY considered to be INCEST, between us, in many states. We did end up discovering that there in North Carolina, we were JUST BARELY able to wed one another, because of us only being HALF first cousins, rather than FULL first cousins. It was this way because my/our grandmother had been married 3 times. Her first husband fathered Jim's mother, and her second husband fathered my mother, making our mother's half-sisters.

It was just Jim and I and the minister, at our simple wedding. Then, I left college, two weeks before the end of the semester, just before Christmas break, having to go to each one of my professors as a part of that process to explain that I was dropping out, and get their signature on a Withdrawal form. By the time I got the last signature from my last professor, after they all had something to say about it to me, I met up with Jim to tell him that it was done, and broke down and cried.

Then we left North Carolina, driving across the country to Fresno, California, where Jim's best friend from the Navy lived, whom he had called before we went out there. We drove as far as we could go from all that we were leaving behind us. We heard, from Jim's mom (my aunt), when he called her, en route, that my dad had come looking for us, to try to stop us, but it was too late; in more ways than one. I felt I had NOTHING to go back TO, as far as those people were concerned. They couldn't be bothered with me before now! I thought at the time, rather cynically, as I heard about it, that my dad had NEVER LEFT HIS TV shows for ANYTHING to do with ME before, going all the way back to when I was born, since he had bought the family's first TV while mom was in the hospital from having me. It had always clearly been placed above me, in my father's affections.

He would snap at me, if I were talking in the room when the TV was on (it was ALWAYS on!), as if my very existence was doing nothing but interrupting and interfering with what he truly wanted to spend his time on and be involved with--- his TV. He had never really gone out of his way to talk with me, or to get to know me, or affirm me, as I was growing up under his roof, causing it to feel really bizarre to me the FIRST AND ONLY TIME he had EVER come to my room, as I packed to leave that house for college, to actually say something to me, before mom drove me there and dropped me off. I don't even recall what he said to me then, because it wasn't anything particularly memorable, word wise, and by then it was really just 'crumbs' from him, anyway, to me. Too little, too late. I just remember looking at him standing in my room, strangely, and wondering who this man even was. I knew he was my father, but we had never really gotten to know one another, because he normally just didn't want to even be bothered with or about me.

During our drive across the country, Jim and I stopped to see some tourist attractions, and generally enjoyed the trip. One night, when we had stopped to sleep at a motel, I was lying in bed while Jim was taking his turn in the shower. I had my eyes shut, praying, and when I opened them, I saw above where I lay, but also kind of coming through the wall behind the bed itself, bending over toward me, a very tall angel in a blue velvet robe! He appeared to be at least 9 feet tall. It REALLY SCARED ME, causing me to quickly pull the covers over my head, saying "Lord! PLEASE don't SCARE me like that!" I have been able to see my Guardian Angel at other times in my life as well, and even interact with him sometimes. Eventually, after learning his name, I nicknamed him "Heebie", as in 'Heebie-Jeebies', because it reflected his actual name, Hebrium (not sure of that spelling), but also because he had scared me so, when he had materialized above me like he did that night in the motel. After I recovered from the fright, because it was unexpected, I realized that God was making sure that I knew I had my Guardian Angel diligently on duty with me, keeping me in his care, on my Father God's behalf. That angel and I have gone through a lot together, over the course of my lifetime!

The trip across the country was long and tiring, for Jim and I. Once we finally got to Fresno, and got an apartment and unpacked, we began our marriage together there. We put up a Christmas tree in our living room, and I cooked us a Holiday dinner. Now being settled in to a place of our own, alone at last, and no longer on the road driving long hours, we were finally having our first intimate night since we had gotten married and eloped. As Jim penetrated me, it hurt so badly that I thought I might pass out for a moment, literally seeing stars, from the vaginal blows I was feeling from his thrusts, but not in a good way. Suddenly, I felt something give way, and momentarily he was finished. I realized, all at once, that I had married a man, my cousin, that I didn't love, because I had felt that I had no choice. He had taken my virginity from me, it seemed to both of us, back in Greensboro, but apparently my hymen had NOT been FULLY torn by him then, meaning at THAT time I was still a virgin! Only now, he really HAD just taken my virginity. Hurting in my torn vagina, and in my broken heart, I turned my face away from him, to the wall, and wept. We were off to a bad start. It wouldn't get better for us, either.

There is too much to cover in this post, as it is, to also go into the details of what our actual marriage was like, so that will have to be another story for another time here. I felt cheated by him, though, and he grew bitter toward me, because the woman, the 18-year-old teenage girl, that he had so loved and wanted for himself, resented him, and could not love him in return. We remained civil to one another, for the most part, largely because we were, after all, still related to one another as cousins, sharing our complete family tree with one another, as well, which involved some other people that we each loved dearly and that cared about both of us. With OUR marriage, we never had to meet any in-laws, because ALL of our relatives were ALREADY each other's relatives!

Jim and I came to loathe one another, by the time our marriage ended, because neither one of us would ever be able to fulfill the other's needs in that marriage. For me, from the night in Fresno when I realized that I had married a man whom I didn't love that I hadn't actually had to marry, as it turns out, I was left with a marriage that I never would have chosen for myself, otherwise. For Jim, he got what he had wanted from me all along, except that my heart wasn't in it, with him, and would never be, therefore keeping it from ever really being what he had so dreamed about having with me. I was an 18-year-old girl married to a 27-year-old man that I didn't respect and didn't want. Even with all that, he STILL seemed to me to be a BETTER ALTERNATIVE than my family had ever been. He was, for me, the lesser of two evils; sad to say. And, at the time, I didn't feel that I had any better choices, or even any other choices, in my life. I wasn't happy with him, but I still wasn't as miserable, with him, as I had been with my family, either. That's how badly it felt, for me, to be with them.