Unspoken Love

Unspoken Love

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Martha, and her partner Samantha, were childhood friends, sweethearts, and lovers trying to survive and adapt to life in a religious community.

Summary

Martha, and her partner Samantha, were childhood friends, sweethearts, and lovers trying to survive and adapt to life in a religious community.

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Submitted: November 27, 2015

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Unspoken Love

 

Samantha the day we met was October 11, 1965. It was my birthday and one of the rare occasions when my parents were sober and parental enough to host a party. What I first noticed about you was the steam of orange soda trickling down between your breast across your enormous stomach. My first impression was why would my parents invite such a slob to my party .

The second characteristic that caught my attention was your height and size . You were brawn and height . My impression was “ Good grief she’s a mountain.

The first thing that won me over was when you left the kitchen where the other girls, were helping my mother . You chose to help my father with the barbeque. I watched in awe as you bonded with my dad . You were different from the other young girls or women.

When all was prepared you came to my side unlike any of the others . One by one you introduced your siblings to me. There was your sister Rachel , your sister Lara, Your sister Rebecca, your youngest sister Geraldine.

The others and I followed your recreational lead . Samantha, you Instructed me , teaching me the games a young person of my age should know, should play. Samantha, Sam, for that one day you enabled me to be a child.

After Sundown it was time for the adults to party . As our pae rents popped pills , drank beer and gambled on one card game after another you and I found a some stolen moments In my closet that you and I should not experience at our age; Some would say because of gender we should not surrender to our curiosities . The truth is; Sam, I am glad my first petting experience was with you .
I dare not call what we experienced love, Is it even possible for two people who’ve known each other less than a day to experience love ? I was young , to young to know or understand such things.

I know the stolen moments without the prying eyes of nour intoxicated parents brought serious consequences for me . My mother began beating me the moment she opened the closet door . She made a big scene in front of your parents. When your parents and you had left Mother beat me again this time her wrath sent me to the emergency room.

It was wrong; it was a sin for you and me to explore each other’s body in the darkness of my closet. It was wrong for me to do with you the things I was forced to do with mother when father wasn’t around.

It was wrong for my mother to inform every member of the community. The greatest wrong of all was for my older cousin to sexually assault me. I was ten and she was sixteen. When the elders of the community discovered her sin Jasmine was punished first by the Deacon, who took went to her father demanding he punish his daughter. If not, The Deacon, Papa said the laws of God, and the community required a blood atonement.

Samantha, when the domestic violence in my home became to much for me to bear you were there gently helping me escape through my bedroom window. Your eyes, your hands led me through the pine thickets to a place of refuge.

You respected my grandfather’s warning not to cross his property line . For reasons I never knew or understood my knight in shinning armor was not welcome near my Papa’s home. I never knew or understood why someone who was protecting me must always stop just inside the public access. When I would find the courage to look back I saw you standing there watching , making sure I was safely inside the protective circle of my elders.

Having you greet me just outside my door with a hot breakfast every morning meant my survival . Back then, I did not know how to properly repay you for my life . If I am completely honest , at the time I did not realize you were saving my life. For me being able to fit my infant sisters diaper shirts seemed normal .

Having you as my protector was important but having you beside me on a daily basis helping me with my growing list of chores was equally meaningful . When others would say we were a couple the blush and my smile was for only you. I wished their prophesy was true.

I don’t believe I ever thanked you for the thousands of times you stood between me and potential danger. You strong protective arm led me safely to the bus stop . Your strength aided me as I struggled to mount the two metal steps. You always took the isle seat beside me making yourself a shield between the bullies and me.

I never told anyone but, when the bus reached my destination and I was forced to leave your protection I felt genuine terror. The bullies would torment me relentlessly until three pm . Those around me who could have , and should have protected me turned a blind eye to the harassment and torture. One by one they excused everything the bullies did with “ Children will be Children. Also, they justified their lack of involvement with . “ That which does not kill her, serves only to make her stronger. “ The community raised me to never question my elders so, I accepted their excuses as truth.

My hours without you, without your protection, were agony. I invested my time in inventing ways to avoid having to use my break time or lunch time . I was minimally secure inside behind my desk . There were lessons I could have learned; there were lessons I should have learned . I could have learned more if I had not been in the place where I spent my time avoiding bullies , watching the clock and praying for three pm.

Samantha your protection was ever vigilant. Such as, the time the bus broke down . You volunteered to walk me home. Sam, I’ve never thanked you for your heroic deed that day. I am not privileged to all the details ; I only know one of the snakes from school sought to ambush me on the way home. I know the snake disappeared never to be seen or heard from again. I know without knowing you killed to protect me .

When the elder, the deacon of the community died you were there with me. While our mothers held to each other and sobbed expressing their loss and condolences. As you sat beside me holding my hand your silent support assured me you heard the words my silent grief withheld from the world. I deeply appreciated having you there .

Sam, you were there for the good times. At deacon and deaconess’ golden wedding anniversary you, and your family were there to share in the celebration. When mother’s illness cut the festivity short you were there . You were there through so many of mother’s illnesses. Samantha, I felt as though you were a part of the family . When my cousin wed her husband again, you and your family were there . Your mother helped with the preparations for the formal wedding .

You and I sat hand in hand on an over turned car as you asked me to wear your promise ring . Behind a promise ring comes promises . The promises you and I made to each other were binding on my heart . We promised through junior high, high school, and community college as a couple we would be exclusive. You promised when I graduated high school you would marry me . With this promise, I accepted the subtle promise you would help finance my community college education. I did not need or want your financial help ; I only wanted you and I wanted my future to be with you .

Samantha, we both witnessed how my cousin’s conventional wedding tore the family apart . The objection to the ceremony, the timing of the ceremony and the circumstances surrounding the wedding were so strong my mother and her sister refused to attend the ceremony. The youngest of my uncles relented and made the sacrifice.

Then you explained our wedding would not be anything like my cousin’s wedding . It was doubtful we would be permitted to indulge in the formality of a Christian Church wedding. You assured me what ever Our wedding was to be ; it would be years in the future. I found comfort in knowing we would have a long term relationship.

To seal our commitment you and I held our wedding ceremony beneath the pen oak arbor. You and I called on Heaven , and Earth to witness our vows. With all of Nature in attendance I pledged myself to you until the end of eternity.

And you, Samantha promised yourself to me for life. As I promised to love only you , to always respect you , you slipped the promise ring on my finger. By the laws of the community I became betrothed to you and you to me.


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