She honestly did think that I was still saving myself like she had wanted me to. Then again, when I had told my mother that I'd kissed a boy she had flipped out and I'd been seven at the time. She had forced me to go upstairs and take a shower as if that boy had dirtied more than my lips. Then she sat me down and proceeded to give me a two-hour lecture on s*x… again. Then she sent me to a private all-girls school for a year. A bit of an overdramatic response to something as small as a simple kiss; but she didn't want me to be a slut, and I quote “like the woman your father left us for." I was very tired of those words by the time I was sixteen.
“Are you listening to me, young lady?"
“Yes, Mother."
“Then what did I say?"
I bit my lip because I had spaced off while she was talking; like
