We sometimes would be on 3-way on our house phones too. I was a sucker
for bomb conversations and so were they. I have always enjoyed talking to people from different walks
of life. So when I stumbled across my now husband’s voice over the chat line I
was intrigued.
He
spoke with a rich New Orleans accent that was smooth like velvet to my ears. Being
that I was a 985 (area code) country girl I was all listening ears. He went by a
fake name that I still can’t recall. I just knew that when he said his name was
whatever he said he was that he was lying. My name was Smilie.
We
chatted on the chat line for about 20 minutes before exchanging phone numbers.
I was nervous to give him my house phone number, but I had no other choice. My cellphone
was pre-paid. Plus, I wanted to conserve my minutes on my cellphone. It was funny
because I only had free minutes after 9pm. During our phone conversation, he
quickly picked up that I was not from his area.
He
found me and my personality to be refreshing. Within a week we exchange photos
and was texting each other daily. There was something about talking to him that
place me at ease. I was able to be myself. He was able to vent to me freely.
We
even talked about our relationships with God. During that time, we both had troubled
lives and circumstances. I did not want to tell my friends in high school too
much about him. All they knew was that he lived in New Orleans and what kind of
car he drove. I kept it just like that too.
I
talked to my mama about him and even my younger sister. They both were happy
for me. Happy that I was happy. Bruce and I did not start our relationship until
I was 18 years old. He had made 22 and was also ready to finally have a
committed relationship with me.
I respected that he respected me enough to wait until I was the legal age to consent. We had a long-distance relationship for almost a year and a half before we met.
I respected that he respected me enough to wait until I was the legal age to consent. We had a long-distance relationship for almost a year and a half before we met.
When
we finally met, I cried. Our first kiss was soft and lasting. The conversations
we had were even more heartfelt. Now, there were people that had written me
off for taking my relationship serious with Bruce so early in my life.
They
said that I was going to end up pregnant with a child that we would not own.
They said that he probably has baby mama’s that I did not know anything about. Oh,
and on top of all of that, they even said he was only messing with me because of he
felt sorry about where I lived.
People
talked and dragged me for filth for loving my now husband. When people who are
so invested in your life do not know who you are dating, they become paranoid. They
had a right to be concerned, but not to put me down!
If
falling in love with a man that I prayed for was wrong, then I did not want to
be right! Let me just tell you that love can form in your heart for someone you
never met physically.
Love does not discriminate.
Love does not discriminate.
Do not allow anyone to make you
feel guilty about getting to know someone mentally before you do physically. Who
cares about how fine a man is if he only wants you for your hidden treasures?
Who cares how fly he dresses if he only wants to date you to make his ex-girlfriend
jealous? I can keep on going too.
I
found love on a party line. I found my husband on a party line and I am not
ashamed to tell it to the world.
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