FrankWhen Steve introduced me to Frank, I thought he was cute. He had a baby face and was chubby like me. He was very shy. I was very outgoing and could talk to anyone. I had many friends and strangers became my friends the minute I smiled at them. Frank had a beautiful car that I fell in love with immediately, more the car then him, unfortunately. It was a 1962, Chevy Impala, dark pine green with chrome wheels. The funny thing was that it really only had 3 chrome wheels because one had cracked so he had to take it off. But if you were only looking at it from the side it looked good. It was loud because of the the exhaust system he had on it. Now that I think back, I wish I would have just bought the car!
He was nice but really, really, shy. I knew he liked me but he just didn't seem to have the courage to ask me out. He finally did though or maybe I asked him, I don't remember for sure. He was going to take me to the drive-in movies. He wasn't working and didn't have much money. He had dropped out of high school and was living with his mother. She gave him money everyday to buy bread and bologna for his lunch.
I was so excited for our first date. Not only was it 'our' first date but it was my first date period! Friday night came and I waited for him to pick me up to go to the drive-in. He lived around the corner from me at the time. He didn't have a horn so he would rev up his engine when he drove by my house. That would be my signal to come out when he got there. I was so excited, someone actually wanted to spend time with me! It was time for him to pick me up and I was ready. It got later and later...no Frank. I stood at the front window to make sure I didn't miss him. No Frank. It was dark by now and the movies had started, I was still waiting by the window. It finally dawned on me, I had been stood up! I was crushed. How could I have been so stupid to think someone would want to go out with me?
Later that night I heard the familiar sound of the revving of his engine as he went around the corner. My heart skipped a beat, he was there, he still liked me. He drove around the corner a few more times before he finally parked and came inside. I was so glad he stopped that I swallowed my pride and said nothing about being stood up. I welcomed him with open arms. My self esteem was so low back at that time of my life, I am still ashamed of my behavior. I don't even know if he offered an explanation for not showing up. It didn't matter to me, I just wanted someone to like me.
We had sex early in our relationship. I thought that was the way to keep him. He was extremely shy about sex, I am not sure if I was his first or not. He wouldn't even take his clothes off for sex. He just pulled his jeans down and did the deed. It wasn't fun, it didn't feel good, it was just part of life.
The next weekend we made plans to go to the drive-in again. Once again I was ready and excited to actually have a date. Maybe one of my girlfriends would see me out with a boy. That would be so cool, the fat girl finally gets a boyfriend. But it was like reliving the weekend before...time to be picked up..no Frank. Once again I was in the window waiting...no Frank. It got dark and I realized he wasn't coming.
Just like the weekend before I heard him drive by my house, many times. He finally parked the car and came to the door. I answered acting as if nothing had happened. I felt like he was probably ashamed to be seen with me. I said nothing and neither did he. I sometimes wonder if he didn't have the money to take me out but didn't want to tell me. I really liked being with him. Once again the night would end in rushed sex in the dark. This scenario happened at least a dozen times before we actually went to the drive-in. I remember when we finally did go, sitting in the car telling him I couldn't believe we were actually there! I was happy.
As luck would have it, during one of our times of rushed sex in the dark, I got pregnant. I knew after I missed my first period but I didn't go to the doctor for along time. I was so excited. I was finally going to have a baby, my baby. Someone to love me, someone that belonged to me. I wasn't sure how Frank would take the news but I didn't care. I didn't really care if he was a part of my life or not. I went to the doctor and he confirmed that I was indeed pregnant about 3 months to be exact. On the way home, I stopped and bought 2 maternity outfits. I met Frank at the door that night wearing one of them. I told him and he was excited too! He wanted to have a family too. We were so happy!
Frank was the youngest of six kids. His father had been a police officer in town. He left Frank's mother for another woman. He had another four sons with his girlfriend. Frank's mother was left to raise her six children all alone, no child support. Frank's life was very unstable. They lived in rental houses until they were evicted when the landlord had had enough of nonpayment of rent. Frank's older brothers had left the home and married or made lives for themselves. His sister had also gotten married. His mother spent most of her time at her boyfriend's house so she wasn't ever home with him. Although he lived in his mother's apartment it seemed like it was his own place. He never had a good family life and his goal was to make his own family. He wanted to be good husband and father.
After telling Frank that I was indeed pregnant I didn't want him to feel like he was stuck with me. I asked him if he wanted me to go to a home for unwed mothers or if he wanted to get married. He said, "Well, I guess we should get married." There it was...my dream come true proposal!! I was going to be a bride, a wife, I couldn't believe my good luck! I got out the calendar and asked him which day was best for him. We picked a Friday 2 weeks away, August 13, 1971, Friday the 13th, how appropriate! I thought it was funny.
Frank was underage so his mother had to sign for him to marry me. I was 18 and he was 19, in the state of Illinois the boys had to be 21 to marry without consent. I had never met his mother and he didn't seem to want me to meet her. She did take him to J C Penney's to buy a pair of brown pants and a gold shirt to wear to our wedding. I always had the feeling that he was ashamed of his family. I was still living with Linda and she was planning on getting married 2 weeks after me on Aug 28th. Frank and I would live in the apartment Linda and I shared after she married Bob.
I was happy. I was going to have the family I always wanted. Frank and I had grown to love and care about each other. I knew I would be married to him for life and I would live happily ever after.
He was nice but really, really, shy. I knew he liked me but he just didn't seem to have the courage to ask me out. He finally did though or maybe I asked him, I don't remember for sure. He was going to take me to the drive-in movies. He wasn't working and didn't have much money. He had dropped out of high school and was living with his mother. She gave him money everyday to buy bread and bologna for his lunch.
I was so excited for our first date. Not only was it 'our' first date but it was my first date period! Friday night came and I waited for him to pick me up to go to the drive-in. He lived around the corner from me at the time. He didn't have a horn so he would rev up his engine when he drove by my house. That would be my signal to come out when he got there. I was so excited, someone actually wanted to spend time with me! It was time for him to pick me up and I was ready. It got later and later...no Frank. I stood at the front window to make sure I didn't miss him. No Frank. It was dark by now and the movies had started, I was still waiting by the window. It finally dawned on me, I had been stood up! I was crushed. How could I have been so stupid to think someone would want to go out with me?
Later that night I heard the familiar sound of the revving of his engine as he went around the corner. My heart skipped a beat, he was there, he still liked me. He drove around the corner a few more times before he finally parked and came inside. I was so glad he stopped that I swallowed my pride and said nothing about being stood up. I welcomed him with open arms. My self esteem was so low back at that time of my life, I am still ashamed of my behavior. I don't even know if he offered an explanation for not showing up. It didn't matter to me, I just wanted someone to like me.
We had sex early in our relationship. I thought that was the way to keep him. He was extremely shy about sex, I am not sure if I was his first or not. He wouldn't even take his clothes off for sex. He just pulled his jeans down and did the deed. It wasn't fun, it didn't feel good, it was just part of life.
The next weekend we made plans to go to the drive-in again. Once again I was ready and excited to actually have a date. Maybe one of my girlfriends would see me out with a boy. That would be so cool, the fat girl finally gets a boyfriend. But it was like reliving the weekend before...time to be picked up..no Frank. Once again I was in the window waiting...no Frank. It got dark and I realized he wasn't coming.
Just like the weekend before I heard him drive by my house, many times. He finally parked the car and came to the door. I answered acting as if nothing had happened. I felt like he was probably ashamed to be seen with me. I said nothing and neither did he. I sometimes wonder if he didn't have the money to take me out but didn't want to tell me. I really liked being with him. Once again the night would end in rushed sex in the dark. This scenario happened at least a dozen times before we actually went to the drive-in. I remember when we finally did go, sitting in the car telling him I couldn't believe we were actually there! I was happy.
As luck would have it, during one of our times of rushed sex in the dark, I got pregnant. I knew after I missed my first period but I didn't go to the doctor for along time. I was so excited. I was finally going to have a baby, my baby. Someone to love me, someone that belonged to me. I wasn't sure how Frank would take the news but I didn't care. I didn't really care if he was a part of my life or not. I went to the doctor and he confirmed that I was indeed pregnant about 3 months to be exact. On the way home, I stopped and bought 2 maternity outfits. I met Frank at the door that night wearing one of them. I told him and he was excited too! He wanted to have a family too. We were so happy!
Frank was the youngest of six kids. His father had been a police officer in town. He left Frank's mother for another woman. He had another four sons with his girlfriend. Frank's mother was left to raise her six children all alone, no child support. Frank's life was very unstable. They lived in rental houses until they were evicted when the landlord had had enough of nonpayment of rent. Frank's older brothers had left the home and married or made lives for themselves. His sister had also gotten married. His mother spent most of her time at her boyfriend's house so she wasn't ever home with him. Although he lived in his mother's apartment it seemed like it was his own place. He never had a good family life and his goal was to make his own family. He wanted to be good husband and father.
After telling Frank that I was indeed pregnant I didn't want him to feel like he was stuck with me. I asked him if he wanted me to go to a home for unwed mothers or if he wanted to get married. He said, "Well, I guess we should get married." There it was...my dream come true proposal!! I was going to be a bride, a wife, I couldn't believe my good luck! I got out the calendar and asked him which day was best for him. We picked a Friday 2 weeks away, August 13, 1971, Friday the 13th, how appropriate! I thought it was funny.
Frank was underage so his mother had to sign for him to marry me. I was 18 and he was 19, in the state of Illinois the boys had to be 21 to marry without consent. I had never met his mother and he didn't seem to want me to meet her. She did take him to J C Penney's to buy a pair of brown pants and a gold shirt to wear to our wedding. I always had the feeling that he was ashamed of his family. I was still living with Linda and she was planning on getting married 2 weeks after me on Aug 28th. Frank and I would live in the apartment Linda and I shared after she married Bob.
I was happy. I was going to have the family I always wanted. Frank and I had grown to love and care about each other. I knew I would be married to him for life and I would live happily ever after.
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