1. Resisting Fate - Part One of Three


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Poppet, Rating: 49, Source: LushStories

    They were big and strong and could work to bring money in. I was the third to last to be sold off... At least that is how I saw it. Growing up in France, we were raised to higher standards than most. Even the poorer families were. I was the shyest of the kids. I always preferred to play alone and not spend time outside of the family. Even then, mother told me I needed to socialize, I needed friends. I was just too scared and timid to go out and make them. Even when all the other kids were out, I would have rather been with mother, learning to do grown up things. She taught me how to cook and clean and even nurse the others when they were sick or got hurt. She loved that I took in all this knowledge without a struggle. My mother was determined to make ladies of us girls, teaching us proper English in addition to our native French. She knew it would one day come in use. As it happened, my future husband came from America where English is the spoken language. The man I met was handsome, I could not deny that. He was just a few years older than I, with short, dark hair and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. He was in good shape from all the farming he's done throughout his life. Working outside tends to do that. His arms were thick, like tree trunks, with thighs to match. I could tell right away that he had a gentle soul. He had a soft laugh that always made me smile when I heard it. Even with all that, I was still being forced to marry him and to be his wife. I was to bare his ...
    children and to be with him until the end of my days. It seemed terribly unfair that I should have no choice in this. I was harsh with him at first. I did not want to go, nor did I want to leave my country or my family. He seemed to understand, sometimes making me angrier that he did, but he was still taking me. The wedding was small, but the gifts from my family were generous. That very night, we were on a boat for the long haul back to his country. He tried, at first, to get to know me, but I refused. It took days before I'd even speak to him. Once I did open up, I found that I enjoyed his company and allowed myself to know him better. He told me about his life growing up and what he wanted for his... for our future. One thing he never did was push me to fulfill my marital duty with him. He said he would only want me when I was ready to love him. I was greatly surprised by his restraint and I asked him, “What if I never love you?” My question seemed to cause him pain, but he merely shrugged. “You will, in time, I know you will.” It was a welcome relief he kept to his word, never once pushing himself onto me. We shared a bed and I was much comforted by the warmth of his body next to me. I was content in my time with him. I liked him well enough, but even after being in his country and building a home together, my love for him wasn't there. I simply didn't feel it. He was a good man, an honest man, and a smart one too. After a year of marriage, and being in this foreign land, I ...
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