I met a beautiful Hispanic girl many years ago. The first time I looked at her face, into her eyes, I knew I would die if I didn't have her. It was Saturday at the flea market and she was with her father and mother. She was extraordinarily beautiful, obviously her father's daughter, same facial features, about the same size, but totally feminine and exuding sexual attraction.
To make this all a bit shorter, I introduced myself and within a short time we were dating seriously and I was thinking marriage. When I proposed to her, she said, "Yes, Robert, I will marry you, but there's something you have to know." What she told me knocked me violently backward a few steps.
"Robert, you know my father and I are very close, don't you?
I replied, "Yes, of course, you have a wonderful family. I've never seen the slightest bit of contention between you and your parents.
And then she said, "No, you don't really understand. My father and I are VERY close."
I hesitated for a moment trying to figure it out.
"Robert, my mother has had physical problems for many years. She hasn't been able to be with Dad for many years. When I became a teenager, she asked me to help her out. In short, I have had to become not only a daughter, but a wife too. Do you understand?"
I understood. I have to confess, my heart took a major blow at the revelation. But after being silent for a moment or two, I said, "Marla, I don't know what to say, except that I think I respect you more now than I did before you told me. It must have taken a lot of love and compassion to do that."
She said, "Robert, my getting married will be an awful shock to my father. He's not an old man, you know, and he certainly doesn't want to find a woman that will lessen his marriage to my mother, or go with prostitutes. And that would really kill my mother."
