A Loveless Love Story to Tell
You might be surprised, but not all love stories end up with “happily ever after”, but then it can be a source of inspiration for others. My parents where in love in the past, and surely they did, but their entire love story is not what everyone would want to hear about, but it serves as a great source of inspiration. Let me share with you how my parents met and shared a life together in a loveless love story.
They have been married for forty-one years, and been living together for forty-four years. My mom was only then 16 years old when she met my father, and he was the only man she ever dated. Looking at the photos of my dad when he was a teenager, he looks like John Mellencamp Cougar. My dad had a long and feathered brown hair who loved wearing tight bell-bottom jeans and white shirt, and he used to drive an orange Trans Am. My dad was regarded as a “cool” guy and my mom was an ordinary teenage girl.
My mother attended Catholic school, who always wear uniform every day, and her hair was always curled by her mother using Coca-Cola cans. She found a great escape being and dating my dad as her parents were always strict and conservative. She became hot and fabulous! She has a photo taken at a carnival wearing a yellow halter-top belly blouse and a tight bell-bottom jeans. Because there are no hair straighteners in the past, she used to iron her hair on her own.
My parents grew up in Brooklyn which was not overly dangerous at that time. Children were still able to ride bikes to school, and used uncuttable bike locks to secure it during classes. My mother was allowed to hang out at the park until dusk, and my father used to party all night long.
My mom decided to accept the wedding proposal of my dad when she was 19 years old to get out of her parents’ house. My mom craved for freedom because my grandmother was extremely hard on my mom.
My mom got pregnant at the age of 24, and my parents moved to Queens, where my father made good money working in a telephone company. My mom always dreamed of having children and becoming a good mom, and they decided to move to New Jersey when she got pregnant with me. For the rest of her life, my mom was a dedicated mother to my brother and I.
However, as time passes by, the love, appreciation, and connection have vanished. They have been with us and decided to remain married but have not really create meaningful and romantic memories together. My mother did not have a second chance, she did not have a career, and was not able to fully enjoy her youth because of her decision to enter married life just to escape prison, not knowing the lifetime sentence it brings.