Netta Jamieson
Bio
A mother, a partner, chicken owner, an artist, an activist, a survivor, a fighter, a lesbian, a sister, story teller.
Stories (1/0)
Compersion
We were just kids back then. Me at nineteen and he was 20, I was four months pregnant but no one could tell in my tight fitting strapless wedding dress that cost a mere 200 dollars for at a local bridal store. The wedding was small and inexpensive. We paid for the wedding for the most part ourselves since neither sets of parents had money. The groom's mother paid for my dress and my parents paid for the flowers. We got married in his mother's church his side of the chapel was full and my side had some. We had a modest reception and a church my father had gone to growing up and we spent the night at a hotel that was lovingly paid for by his sister.
By Netta Jamieson6 years ago in Humans
