As we enter the house, my boyfriend’s mom says, “Where’s the heating oil?”
“Right here,” He tells her and hands her the tank.
We walk to his old bedroom and he turns on the bedside lamp.
He puts a new bulb in that old rechargeable flashlight then plugs it in.
Then we sit on his bed and he unpacks the flashlight I bought for him.
He then installs the batteries and turns it on.
We are both amazed by the brightness.
“I really appreciate this gift you gave me,” He tells me as he puts it safely in his pants pocket.
“It’s the least I could do. You’ve bought me a gift,” I tell him as I point to my watch.
“But I still promise to pay you back.”
“I know you will and I am so looking forward to it!” I tell him with a sweet kiss.
His mom walks into the room and says, “So y’all have been screwing even though y’all aren’t married. How long has this been going on?”
“We don’t have to answer that,” My boyfriend says as he stands up to her.
So his mom gives an ultimatum, “Either answer me or find somewhere else to stay until the evacuation order is lifted.”
She then looks at me and continues, “How long have you been committing this serious sin?”
I break down and answer her, “Since this past Christmas Eve. I had fallen so much in love with him and I’m still in love with him, but we had just learned on the news that a world war was about to break out. I was so afraid that he would be drafted and killed in combat without us fully knowing each other. I just wanted to seal my love for him.”
My boyfriend looks at me and says, “You don’t have to explain to her or feel guilty about it.”
His mom looks angrilly at him then says, “Oh, shut your mouth. You’re going to have a lot to answer for because of the way you charmed this young girl. I don’t know where you learned to do such a thing.”
I feel the need to stand up for my boyfriend, then tell her, “He didn’t charm me at all. Yes, he does write those love stories and I find it very attractive, but I wanted him before I knew he wrote such beautiful things. I just thought he was so cute, so I started talking to him. At first, he was hesitant because of our age difference, but eventually, he fully accepted me. No one else wanted me because of my glandular problem but he loves me in spite of it, just like I love him in spite of his Autism.” I pause, then continue, “Any other time I tried to talk to someone of the opposite sex, they would make cow and pig noises, because of my weight. I’ve been dealing with that ever since I was eleven or twelve. When I told your son he was cute, I then asked him if he thought I was cute also or was I too fat and his response was that I was beautiful and not to let anyone else tell me otherwise. If he would have rejected me, I very well might have ended my life. He didn’t reject me though. In fact, he treats me better than I ever dared to dream. No one else was ever so kind to me, so I couldn’t help falling in love with him.”
My boyfriend then looks at his mom and says, “Remember how at one point I had written some stories and all the girls were impressed but their boyfriends were jealous, so they began to spread false rumors about me? I was just reminded of that today in the hardware store. It ruined my reputation hence another reason why I got out of this one horse town as soon as I was able. I’m immensely glad I moved to the city too because I met her and she brings so much joy to my life. All of the suffering I endured prior to meeting her was worth it.”
His mom then tells him, “You’re lucky those boys didn’t beat you up. Maybe they should have because then you would have learned not to write such sinful literature. All those stories do is cause their readers to have unrealistic expectations of their partners.”
I stand up for him once again and say, “He reads those stories to me all the time and I don’t have any unrealistic expectations of him, in fact, they usually make me want to love him more. My dad is going to help him get published hopefully soon and he will never have to work at his grocery job again. He is so miserable there, but he keeps the job so he can take care of me.”
His mom gets even angrier and says, sternly, “Work is supposed to be miserable to remind us that we are sinners in a fallen world. If you enjoy your work, chances or you’ll pay for it in the afterlife. Speaking of work, both of you will do chores while y’all are here to burn off all of that sinful energy. Y’all want to have the pleasures of a married couple, then y’all should have the responsibility of a married couple too.”
She looks at my boyfriend, then continues, “Go help your daddy in the fields.”
She looks at me, and says, “You will help me cook and clean.”
My boyfriend and I look at each other in distress.
His mom then says, “Go on, get to work.”
My boyfriend and I attempt to kiss each other, but his mom says, “Uh-uh, none of that.”
He sulks, then walks out the room, down the hall and out the back door.
His mom then brings me an apron and says, “Put this on and you will help me.”
Reluctantly, I put the apron on.
“I want you to sweep all the floors,” His mom says as she hands me a broom.
I never had to do this before, but for love of my boyfriend, I try my best.
I sweep each room with a hard floor, then throw the dust away.
After I am done, I sit down.
“Why are you sitting?” His mom asks angrilly.
“Because my body cannot take all this physical labor,” I plainly tell her.
“You wouldn’t have that kind of body if you grew up on a farm, all the hard work would burn off those calories.”
“Actually, I have a glandular problem. It’s not my fault.”
“God is probably punishing you for something wrong you did and judging by the speed you got into my son’s pants you’ve probably done a lot of wrong before you met him.”
“If you’re suggesting I sleep around, you’re gravely mistaken. Your son is the only one I’ve ever been intimate with and the only one I want to be intimate with. He is so kind to me, that I couldn’t help but fall in love with him and give myself to him.”
“Maybe I am wrong about you.”
“I wouldn’t lie.”
“Well, I apologize. I just want my son to have a good lady in his life.”
“Even though your son and I aren’t married, I’m still a lady, because I only want him and wouldn’t lay down with anyone else.”
“I have trouble trusting the city dwellers, because there is so much wickedness in the cities.”
“But our standard of living is so much higher.”
“You’re right. And that means life is easier and therefore you have more time to sin. We were meant to toil in the fields for our food and wages and if everyone lived that way, there would be no time for any sin.”
“It’s not my fault. I live in a subdivision. My dad is a business executive. I’ll admit there is a lot of sin and I can see that it is because of idle city life, but I didn’t ask to be born into this life, so it isn’t my fault.
“You’re still going to have a lot to answer for and that will affect your eternal destiny. I’d be willing to bet you’re not going to Heaven and you’re also causing my son’s spiritual life to suffer, so you will really have a lot to answer for.”
“Well what am I supposed to do?”
“Just realize that you are a sinner deserving to go to hell for eternity to pay for your sins, but a man named Jesus Christ paid that price for you. You must surrender your life to Him and follow Him daily and he will forgive all your sins, past, present and future.”
“I do realize that now. How do I surrender to Jesus Christ?”
“Talk to Him like you would talk to your best friend, invite Him into your heart to save your soul and rule your life.”
I go into my boyfriend’s old bedroom, kneel down by the bed and do what I was told.
As I pray, I feel as if all my sin and guilt has been lifted off of me, but I also feel an extremely compelling need to marry my boyfriend.
I walk out of the room.
“Has Jesus spoke to you?” His mom asks me.
“I believe He has. He keeps telling me that I need to marry your son.”
“Well, if Jesus is telling you that, I’d have to agree, but you better always treat my boy right.”
“Oh, I sure will. I don’t ever want to lose him.”
“Now, let’s go to the kitchen. I’ll teach you how to cook.”
My boyfriend’s mom takes some chicken breasts out of the refrigerator and says, “I’ll teach you how to sear these.”
She seasons them then puts them in a pan periodically flipping them.
Then she slices some potatoes and puts them with spices milk and cheese in a caserole dish, then puts them in the oven.
Then she takes some fresh green beans and bacon and places them in a pot with oil spices and water and steams them.
I carefully observe as much as possible.
This is going to be a delicious dinner.
We check on the food and stir periodically until my boyfriend and his dad come walking in from the fields.
Now we are putting the food on the table.
As we sit down to eat, we get messages that the evacuation order is lifted.
Minutes later my boyfriend’s phone rings. He goes to the old bedroom to take the call.
He walks back into the dining room, to which his mom says, “Don’t people know not to call at dinner time?”
“That was my job calling. I have to be back there in twenty-four hours, so we have to leave as soon as we are finished eating. I have a five-hour drive ahead of me and I’ll also need to be rested up.”
“Translation you want to go back home and screw your girlfriend,” His mom says.
“Honey, for the last time, don’t be so hard on him. He’s very lucky to have her.” His dad interjects.
“And I am just as lucky to have him!” I speak up.
“Fine do whatever you want.” His mom says with irritation.
His dad sees us out and says, “She’ll eventually come around, especially if y’all get married which, I think, y’all need to strongly consider.”
That echoes what God has been telling me as well.
My boyfriend and I nod, then he opens the car door for me and I step in.
He then gets in on the driver side and we head back to the city.