Lesbians together for 45 years

I had a discussion with a classmate of my granddaughter. She is a vocal member of the current lesbian feminist progressive movement. My granddaughter brought her over to meet me, a card carrying member of the lesbian feminist movement of the seventies. 

I was. Really. My involvement was cut short because I got pregnant and had to get married. One day I was a student and the next day I was pregnant washing the dishes. The man who put me in that position measured things simply, I had mated successfully. 

I got married on a Thursday, eloped while in college. Because he prohibited an abortion. When It was by today's rules an assault, but after being assaulted in those days the first thing you did was lick his dick clean. 

When I  got married the husband owned you. There was no concept of marital rape. I submitted to my new reality, I was no longer supported by my father, because I had a husband to support me. Not difficult, just the facts of life. A successful mating, a new owner. 

I had three kids, one of them the mother of my granddaughter. I lived like women did then, I ran the house, bore the children, obeyed my husband. My nature required a close female friend, platonic lesbian relationship. We shared our life together, she had a husband and children. Same age group. One day her husband left her, left is the word, no money, no home, no job skills. I convinced my husband to take her in, on the condition she went to school. She became a nurse with a masters in physical therapy. As long as a man pays the bills, milk it. Six years together, six years of pure joy. Waking up with her. No longer platonic. After six years what story could we use, technically she could have supported herself, it's just that no one wanted that. 

We moved into a large house. In our new neighborhood she passed off as my sister. Lesbians will lie and cheat to be together. Our kids grew up as siblings. We are now seventy. Fuck feminism, fuck progressive dribble. If you really are a lesbian, then pair up for a life together. Bills, men, housework. And don't forget mating, it's the babies that make life worth living.  And mating isn't that bad, it really isn't.

I became aware of my attraction to girls when I was still a preteen and my friends and I participated in sleepovers. As luck would have it, one of my friends was willing to experiment. "Practice" kissing quickly progressed to mutual touching and admitting to masturbating to each other quickly followed. 
She and I discovered finding online porn on our laptops by googling and the girl/girl vids introduced us to the next level. It felt absolutely natural to both of us but at the same time we both became very aware that our parents could never find out. Our sleepovers became erotic. 
When her family moved out of state I was devastated. For a short time we would carry on our "fun" on skype but after a close call with getting caught we abruptly ended what she and I had been doing. It was a difficult time for both of us.
Eventually in high school, I met someone and we connected. We navigated high school and community college. We came out to everyone after college. 
My family was slept 50/50. My sibs were ok, my mom 't so much. Twenty year later it's like nobody questions it and we are happy.