My parent’s love story is not what every fairy tale story should end, “And they live happily ever after.”. 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 dad is the only man my mom has ever been with, and she met him at a park in Brooklyn when she was sixteen years old. My dad resembled John Mellencamp Cougar on his teenage photos. My dad used to drive an orange Trans Am with a black eagle painted hood, and he had a long and feathered brown hair who loved wearing tight bell-bottom jeans and white shirt. My dad was regarded as a “cool” guy and my mom was his complete opposite, being an ordinary and not so famous 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! I saw her photo at a carnival wearing a yellow halter-top belly blouse and a tight bell-bottom jeans. She said she used to iron her hair to straighten it because there were no hair straighteners before.
My parents grew up in the famous and less dangerous place, Brooklyn. Kids loved to ride bikes going to school, and used uncuttable bike locks to secure them while classes are going on. My dad used to party all night long, and my mom was allowed to hang out at the park until dusk.
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 grandmother was extremely hard on my mom.
My mother got pregnant with my brother at the age of 24, and they moved to Queens, where my father worked for the telecommunications company. My mom always wanted to have a baby, and when she got pregnant with me, they decided to move to New Jersey. My mother spent her twenty years of life taking of us, and she was a good mom.
However, as time passes by, the love, appreciation, and connection have vanished. They lived a routine life manyout so much memorable memories of their love and affection. My mother gave up her career and entered married life just to escape prison, not knowing the life sentence it brings.