I guess I realized I was lesbian when I was about ten. I got a huge crush on one of my mum's friends and couldn't get enough of her for ages. Unfortunately she didn't feel the same and she was married with kids anyway. She always used to pick on me and one day she guessed how I felt and told my mum, I denied it but still got in a lot of trouble.
She was the first person to break my heart. As a child
I was abused emotionally and physically by my parents especially my dad and then every ounce of faith
I had left in men disappeared. It was then, when I was twelve that I decided
I was definitely lesbian.
One day, we were in my bedroom at home messing about, having a pillow fight but ended up naked and ... I'll leave the rest to the imagination. But then my mum walked in and found us together. She was not well pleased and chucked me out.
Eleven years down the line and we are still together. We have proven everyone wrong and we also have one child that we had from a surrogate mother. We are still as happy with each other as we were all those years ago.
I think my mum catching me and throwing us out (we still
ain't spoken to this day) has learnt me a valuable lesson about who to trust. My girlfriend saved my life from misery when I was still a little girl. And now
I only really trust my girlfriend and our child. I could never be with a man after my dad...