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Shiny_Rock
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I read all your replies to my topic, You are worth it! and I am sorry it did get so ugly. I''m not offended, as I have lived through 4 teenagers (2 still are) and a very pushy MIL, so I know all about unwelcome advice.
Deco, surfgirl, and Mara were right about my intentions. Also, I did get an almost desperate feel from many of the posts I perused. It made me feel frustrated to think of all the guys who weren''t committing because their girlfriends were "playing house." I''m on your side. A bit old-fashioned yes, but mainly wanting to see you living happy lives, feeling good about yourselves. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am an affirmer. I don''t give a lot of unsolicited advice, but there are times when the solution seems so obvious, I can''t help but say something.
We all come from different backgrounds. Here''s mine: At 17, I slept with my boyfriend. I did so for more security in our relationship. He did so for the sex. He''s a great guy, but he''s a guy, with testosterone coursing through his veins. I didn''t feel more secure, rather more clingy. He felt like he had let me down, because he knew that for the 1st 18 mo of our relationship I had a standard to wait until marriage. But I was from a broken family and looking to feel closer to him. We both still regret not waiting. Nonetheless, we got married. It was a shotgun wedding. It was a thrown-together wedding, in March 1985. I was almost 18, a senior. He was almost 20, a college sophomore. I didn''t get to graduate with my class, but did earn my diploma by homeschooling myself, and reporting to my teachers. I got it one week before my baby daughter arrived. We had to live with his folks for almost 3 years while he earned his degree. Not always easy, but I am grateful that they opened their home up to us.
We now have a five kids, ages 5 - 22, a nice home, and all that jazz. But I never went to college. I plan to next fall. But it''s not the same as the whole 18-22 yr experience that I''ve watched my daughters enjoy. I''ve been looked down on by "educated" women once they found out I was "only" a homemaker with no college degree. That''s sad, as it''s one tough but rewarding job.
The point is, had I stayed true to my standards, I would''ve enjoyed a better young adult life. I''ve endured a lot of emotional pain because of the was I was married. Maybe that''s just me, personally, the way I was raised, etc. But I know in part, it was an inner conviction all my own. I believe that women are made with a sensitivity that should be protected and fostered. But because of friends, or the media, we allow it to be opened up and trod upon, and then we become hardened. I''m just crying out to you all to treasure your sexuality enough to open it up only to one who respects you enough to show his commitment by giving you his very life. Because that, my dear ones, is what you are worth. I write you in tears, not as one pointing a finger, but as one with her arm around you.
Please forgive me for offending you. I only meant good.
Deco, surfgirl, and Mara were right about my intentions. Also, I did get an almost desperate feel from many of the posts I perused. It made me feel frustrated to think of all the guys who weren''t committing because their girlfriends were "playing house." I''m on your side. A bit old-fashioned yes, but mainly wanting to see you living happy lives, feeling good about yourselves. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am an affirmer. I don''t give a lot of unsolicited advice, but there are times when the solution seems so obvious, I can''t help but say something.
We all come from different backgrounds. Here''s mine: At 17, I slept with my boyfriend. I did so for more security in our relationship. He did so for the sex. He''s a great guy, but he''s a guy, with testosterone coursing through his veins. I didn''t feel more secure, rather more clingy. He felt like he had let me down, because he knew that for the 1st 18 mo of our relationship I had a standard to wait until marriage. But I was from a broken family and looking to feel closer to him. We both still regret not waiting. Nonetheless, we got married. It was a shotgun wedding. It was a thrown-together wedding, in March 1985. I was almost 18, a senior. He was almost 20, a college sophomore. I didn''t get to graduate with my class, but did earn my diploma by homeschooling myself, and reporting to my teachers. I got it one week before my baby daughter arrived. We had to live with his folks for almost 3 years while he earned his degree. Not always easy, but I am grateful that they opened their home up to us.
We now have a five kids, ages 5 - 22, a nice home, and all that jazz. But I never went to college. I plan to next fall. But it''s not the same as the whole 18-22 yr experience that I''ve watched my daughters enjoy. I''ve been looked down on by "educated" women once they found out I was "only" a homemaker with no college degree. That''s sad, as it''s one tough but rewarding job.
The point is, had I stayed true to my standards, I would''ve enjoyed a better young adult life. I''ve endured a lot of emotional pain because of the was I was married. Maybe that''s just me, personally, the way I was raised, etc. But I know in part, it was an inner conviction all my own. I believe that women are made with a sensitivity that should be protected and fostered. But because of friends, or the media, we allow it to be opened up and trod upon, and then we become hardened. I''m just crying out to you all to treasure your sexuality enough to open it up only to one who respects you enough to show his commitment by giving you his very life. Because that, my dear ones, is what you are worth. I write you in tears, not as one pointing a finger, but as one with her arm around you.
Please forgive me for offending you. I only meant good.