I didn't know about man-to -woman love then and it's much later I that I realised my dad had fallen in love with me long before I knew it. Though I would be unable to explain the feeling until many years later, the unease in my chest that evening had less to do with the awkwardness of a first coupling than the knowledge that it had been an obligation performed by two young people who felt a tremendous amount of affection for each other and desperately wished that could be enough. Don't be hasty to judge me, I have no regrets nor am I ready to change my mind. The views and opinions expressed here are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Evewoman. I left Jo'burg with many presents but above all, feeling gratified that I had been ushered into adulthood by a man who loved me and whom I loved.
Now, the parents listen only sometimes.
Readers Lounge My dad, my lover: Eleven turned to midnight to 1am, and I turned from amusement to worry to terror at having consigned my family to catastrophe all because I wanted to lose my virginity. I grew to hate her too. With curiosity, scepticism and goodwill, my parents and grandmother piled into the cramped, rusty Buick that was our first car in America and fumed off to whatever discount place they were going to for dinner. She insisted she loved me but her actions continued to be different. My mother gave more attention to my two younger brothers and often I felt left out. He's charming, caring, listening and willing to understand.