A Loveless Story: Is There a Happy Ending
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. Allow me to share my parent’s unique love story.
My parents have been married for 41 years, and been together for 44 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 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 mom was innocent, young, and wore uniform every day as she attended Catholic School, with her hair curled by her mother using Coca-Cola cans. Because her parents were strict and conservative, she found a great escape when she started dating my dad, and her appearance drastically changed. She suddenly became hot and gorgeous. I saw a knockout photo of my mom at a carnival wearing a yellow halter-top belly blouse and tight bell-bottom jeans. Because there are no hair straighteners in the past, she used to iron her hair on her own.
My parents had their childhood and teenage years in Brooklyn, a famous and less dangerous place. 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 very 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. She always have dreamed to be a mom, and when she got pregnant with their second child, they moved to New Jersey. My father was a good provider working two to three jobs at a time, and my mother spent her twenty years of her life taking of us, and she is a very dedicated mother.
However, as time passes by, the love, appreciation, and connection have vanished. They have lived for the sake of their children but have not created a lot of intimate, romantic, and loving memories. My mother gave up her career and entered married life just to escape prison, not knowing the life sentence it brings.