Valentines Day 1960
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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February 14th 1960 Valentine's Day Today is the worst day of the year. I hate Valentine's Day and dread. The creeping of it into my life is such a commercialized holiday, meant to bring even more money into corporations and stores lining their pockets with the innuendo of love. That's what you would expect someone like me to say. I guess I should explain why Valentine's Day. It's such a drag other than what I have already mentioned. See, my daughter was conceived on Valentine's Day. He would think far out for something like that, right? I love my daughter, and I would never trade her for the world. It was the occurrence of the night she was conceived that haunts my memories. I had been seeing this guy Aaron for about six months. I was in grad school and he was my rebellion. He was a badass Greece er, hair slicked back leather jacket, tattoos and a hog that rumbled between my legs. I was in love. Looking back, I don't think he was or even knows the definition of love. During the course of our relationship, certain things would happen. That made me question how he felt about me ignoring me and paying attention to other girls, not returning my phone calls, avoiding me in certain places in public. He would always tell me I was his girl. He would get really defensive and angry if another boy even spoke to me, but he never took it out on them. I was always getting myself into a fixed with Aaron. He was raised in a strict military family. I saw his dad put a cigarette out on errands foot one time because he was resting it on the coffee table. This was not the same kind of family that I had grown up in. I came from middle class suburbia, white picket fence at all. Hard to believe that I left all that behind. It was another lifetime anyway. It was just little things during our relationship that seemed off. I planned a fab evening for the two of us in my SANFRAN flat. It was going to be the first time he came over to my place. I put out rose petals and champagne, had different kinds of fun to set up on the coffee table so we could sit on the floor and eat it was gonna be so romantic. He came over and we talked and ate and drink and had a great time. But then suddenly he changed. We had kissed a little throughout the evening, but this time he kissed me hard and pending against the couch. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I struggled to get him off of me. He kept telling me to calm down and go with the flow. All the girls were doing that. And if I didn't behave, he would go find another girl. Who would he let me up and I tried to walk towards the kitchen Heathen grabbed my throat and held me against the wall. He said it turned him on to watch me squirm. When he released me, I screamed. I was crying and begging and not to hurt I. I ran into the kitchen. He was right behind me and forced me to the ground. He shoved my kitchen towel with pink hearts on it into my mouth to muffle my screams, held my hands above my head and pulled my skirt up. I will spare you the details. I'm sure you have figured them out by now. I love from my daughter. I really do. But I detest this so called day of love