I was married to my ex husband when I was not quite 16, my mother was my only parent; my dad left us when I was three. My mother signed for me to get married because she liked my husband-to-be and felt he would take care of me better than her on a waitress's salary.
John, my ex husband, was considerably older than I, a worldly 27. I started having sex with him when he fed me alcohol spiked Kool-aide till I almost passed out. Being young I was convinced I was in love and would do anything for him.