Christy's story
I apologize I'm advance that this is so personal. Thanks to those of you who will read it. I welcome your comments!
I grew up on a small family farm in a very rural area. Our town had a gas station/truck stop with a convince store that was the entire business district. The closest city of any size was thirty minutes down the interstate and it wasn't that big either.
My parents loved each other so much that I was born five months after they married. Four years later they had twin boys and two years after that, my youngest brother was born. As the only girl and being the oldest I was raised as a tom-boy much to my mothers efforts to keep me feminine. I loved to help my dad and be alongside him. Our farm wasn't large enough to support a family so dad also was a contractor. He worked very hard and took me along often.
As my brothers got older and could help out more on the farm many of the chores were left to us kids and I was kind of the self imposed ranch foreman.
My mother got breast cancer and passed away when I was 17 years old. My dad was so broken hearted.
I had so much to learn about being a woman and only so much my dad could do to help.
In this area there were basically two types of men. Miners and cowboy/ranchers. There wasn't much else to do to earn a living. In high school and after I dated a few guys and had some sexual experiences. They were alright. I never had an orgasm from a guy they all just wanted to get their nut off and they were done. So I was left to my own pleasure.
I found a guy I thought I was in love with and got married. I was almost 20 years old. I was trying to be a good wife, was doing on-line college classes while helping on the farm as much as I could. I turned 20 and had no idea how my life would change for good or bad. One afternoon I got a call that dad was being rushed to the hospital. I gathered up my brothers from school and rushed over to the next city to the hospital only to be told that our father had died in route.
I knew he did from working to hard and a broken heart from losing mom.
Here I was, a 20 years old newlywed and responsible for 2 15 year olds and a 13 year old boys.
My husband, Dale and I moved into my parents home from the small home we rented.