The evening I lost my virginity I lay awake in bed staring at the wall, willing myself to feel special. I assumed that with that magical penis-in-vagina moment, something fundamental about me would change. Imagine if there really were a significant change bestowed upon someone just because they happened to have completed a particular sex act.
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He was on the bigger side, so he just kind of went at full force and I bled like a fucking waterfall. I felt bad about his sheets and carpets after. The end. I was 13 and my fiancee boyfriend at the time and I walked about 4 miles in the middle of the summer to buy condoms from the gas station. Then we snuck off to the woods behind his house to have sex. For some reason, three or four neighborhood dogs decided to steal my panties from under my back then return them to his front porch three weeks later with a giant hole in the ass. Oh, also since it was summer at dusk and my fiancee is a profuse sweater, for a little while there, he was on top of me dripping sweat so bad that I thought it was raining.
Adolescence is deeply confusing that way: some things will just not be explained to you, like what losing your virginity is really like. There is one thing I take away from the handful of "sex talks" I got from my mom that grew and matured with my concepts of love and sex over the years. But what she did say was that it was my job to protect my heart. Sex was not bad, she told me, but it could be dangerous emotionally. Though I honestly didn't understand or even remember most of what I was told that fateful night about sex, I did internalize the message that 1 sex was a big deal and something to be respected, 2 I had to protect my heart from sex, and that 3 my heart was something worth protecting. Note: can we talk about how awesome my mom is for a second? Thanks, Mom! The blood and guts and horror and pain are vastly overrepresented for girls — probably because the people warning us about this stuff are expecting us to have sex in our early teens — and don't want us to. I was literally never, ever told this was a possibility. Whispered I-Love-Yous can and do happen.
Everything about the loneliness and bourdon of raising the kids solo resonates. Divorce would have wiped him out and he would not have been able to ever stop working. Welcome to the future. And some will do that. They therefore have a high standard to work toward. I would go ahead and make boundaries with the conversation about kids and church, if that is your preference. She's willing to talk about anything I find directly on LDS. I find myself oscillating between empathy, pity, and rage, but lately, it's been mostly rage. She needs to be, and maybe she will get there. It seems to me like you are walking into a relationship where there is a significant disconnect from the start.