Almost every girl has this dream. The dream of a young, tall, handsome, rich prince coming up to ask for her hand in marriage. She says yes, then he rides off with her into the sunset, and they live happily ever after. The funny thing, I wasn’t like most girls, I wanted something different.
As expected, the week before the wedding, my numerous aunts threw me a spinster party. One said, “It is delightful to lose your virginity on your wedding night. Your husband will be proud and cherish you for eternity.” Another added; “Like a virgin, you are a blank canvas for your husband to draw his unique design on. He finally gets to do it every day, your body will yearn for him, even when he isn’t there.” Wow! They painted a picture that made me want to run to him right then, I couldn’t wait.
So, on my wedding night, which was my first time, I was a bit nervous, but I was looking forward to making love, from all the sweet things I heard will happen. I kept my virginity for twenty years plus, and now I was about to give it away to the one and the only man with whom I believed I would spend the rest of my life.
Yet despite all my expectations, something happened along the way that would change the essence of my marriage forever. To understand what happened and the need for this confession. I must start from the beginning. My name is Lola, and this is my story.