The year I turned 16 I began a relationship with a 48 year old man. I added some dialogue to make the story not so boring, but please remember this happened many years ago & I don't remember everything that was actually said so its just approximations. I'm a nurse and I love my life right now and I have 2 beautiful children who mean the world to me. He doesn't know anything about my childhood because my parents both died before I married him. I'm married now and I have kids & I've never told anyone about this before not even my husband.
Note: I really am from southern Alabama but I changed all the names of people and places. So I figured I'd just share it with you guys because that's what Reddit's for right? I guess I'll find out haha. I am sharing my story because I want to tell someone. **I have lived with this for a long time.