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You know, my dear Leslie, I will never ever forget the day that I introduced you to my Christian mother.
She threw a cup at you and you stood there and laughed, still holding my hand. Even when she continued to yell and scream at us you showed her some what respect, even though your grip on my waist and fingers were hardening.
You would say things like: miss Adams, I respect your views but don't you think you're being a little harsh to your own daughter?
In which my mum would reply with: I don't want my daughter being bedded with, well with a lesbian!
She said the word lesbian with such hatred, I felt like I was going to puke.
You said: but miss Adams, I'm having sex with your daughter, not you. I don't see how this exactly affects you, with all do respect.
My mum went off so I pulled us out the door, but not without yelling that you 'are not in fact a lesbian, I am a bi-sexual teenage girl having sexual relations with your daughter. Get over it miss Adams.'
I think that's when I fell in love with you.
YOU ARE READING
You.
Short Story“We fell in love at the wrong time and I'm still trying to forget how to hate myself for it.”
