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In a van down by the river When I was 16 I had a 19 year old boyfriend. My parents hated him! My relationship with my parents (actually my Mom and stepdad) was pretty rocky to begin with. He (my arsehole stepdad) thought that he could instantly be my new 'Dad' and started telling me what I could and couldn't do. To be honest I liked him (my boyfriend) because he was older and a bit rough around the edges and reminded me of James Dean in Rebel without a cause... He wore jeans and a white t-shirt most of the time, and had a red and a black leather jacket... No motorcycle sadly. He had issues. He HATED authority and had dropped out of high school in grade 9. (What actually happened was he got suspended and just never went back). He got a job at a local paper mill and moved in with some friends in a small shitty apartment. He got kicked out of there when he and another roommate got into a fight one night and he almost beat him to death... It was right after he got kicked out of his apartment that the shit hit the fan at home. My parents (not really) got wind of the fact that he beat his roommate and forbid me to see him anymore... Forbid me? FORBID ME? Fuck that! and in the span of less than a week both my boyfriend and I had no place to stay. For the summer we stayed in his van (yes he did actually own a van) down by the river lol. Okay actually we<b> parked </font></b>it at a campground (Wolf River) and spent the summer there. We did also pitch a tent so that I had somewhere to go when he took the van and went to work... I spent the days down at the swimming hole meeting new people and just hanging out. I felt like a hippy and I loved it. The sex was good... no, the sex was GREAT. We had sex whenever he wanted it, wherever he wanted it, and however he wanted it... and he wanted it lots! He was rough. Very rough. He choked me and pulled my hair. He slapped me... My face, my tits, my ass... In the van he liked to leave the side door open as he fucked me, so the other campers could hear 'What a good little slut I was and how I knew how to please my man'. You'd think that I'd have been embarrassed to go out among the other campers afterwards but I never was... When September came and we knew it was time to actually find an apartment I was very sad to leave the campground and our camping life. I hoped that we could do it all over again the next summer, but by then we had broken up. We found a small apartment for very cheap, and I found out later that the reason we got it for so cheap was because he was banging the landlady behind my back (and her husbands too I imagine). I didn't own him and didn't really care who he fucked, it was the fact that he hid it from me for months that pissed me off. I thought I might have to go crawling back home and beg to be let back in. I could imagine the rules there would be now, but really didn't want to be out in the street freezing and starving. Luckily I landed a job as a waitress at a small Mom and Pop restaurant that had an 'apartment for rent sign' and a 'waitress needed sign' right beside each other in the window. I got the job and the apartment and I was on top of the world. I was 17 now and had a job and my own place... |
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Sounded like good and bad times
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premeditated early rough start into adulthood nobody gets along w their parents as teenagers you shoulda stayed in school gotten a degree!
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Wow ... you write quite well and drew me right into your story of your early years. Things have apparently worked out pretty well for you in life after a rocky start. Good for you!  I give good chat.  I'm always happy to become acquainted with an intelligent lady. Game?Make Women Female Again
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good for you - independence at a young age is hard, but you did it.
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