I Was Forced To Get Married At 13 I Lost My Baby Because Of My Friend's 4 months ago   06:22

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Mirela’a family lived like other families in a gypsy camp and were not much different than the others. Women did all the work in the home. They lit the fires and cooked food for their large families. There were seven children in their family. She was the fifth in birth order. Often she went to the city with her married sisters. They walked around the station square and offered to tell fortunes.

They didn’t really knew and foresaw the future. The most important thing was for them to make money in order not to go home empty-handed.

In the gypsy camp children grow up early. Girls know that they can be married at the age of 13 or 14. After marriage, they no longer go to school, but are engaged with family and children. But before they are married they must learn to read and write.

Mirela went to school at the age of 10 in a special gypsy class. The teacher was beautiful and intelligent. She told them interesting stories about the lives of famous people. Mirela listened, and wanted to be like her, so confident and well educated.

Mirela tried to study hard and soon became the best student in the class. Her dream was to be able to continue her studies. This dream never left her.

One day her father started talking about her marriage. He said that she was grown up enough and it was time to find a husband for her. She immediately guessed who her fiancé would be. Recently, Yanko began to come to visit them with his father. He pretended that he was solving important issues with men, but while they talked he never took his dark eyes off of Mirela.

A few days later their engagement was announced. That night Mirela did not fall asleep. All her hopes and dreams were suddenly gone. It is impossible for a gypsy girl to resist the will of her father. She could only accept what he had planned for me. From that day forward, she didn’t go to school anymore.

Actually happened the celebration began at noon. Gypsies were waiting for Mirela to appear. Yanko was there also. When he saw he in a veil and white dress, he stopped dead in his tracks. Then he handed her a bouquet of flowers. The wedding guests sang, danced, and clinked their glasses.

Yanko was not well suited to married life. He did not know how to and did not want to work. He preferred to spend time idly and this left Mirela to have to do everything herself.

Her husband was not happy and he often began to express his discontent. The fact that she did not get pregnant in the first two years really bugged him. He knew that after the second child he would special allotment of money from the government and this would allow him to solve his financial problems.

Sometimes in the evening he was annoyed. He screamed, and once he hit her. She began to think about divorce, although this is unacceptable there. She increasingly began to recall her teacher and her childhood dreams that still lived within her.

One day in the store someone called her, she turned around and saw her, the teacher of her dreams. She said that she could arrange for Mirela to be admitted to a school where she would could live in a dormitory. After graduation, she said Mirela could get a good job.

The decision to run away from the gypsy camp wasn’t easy. She had often asked herself whether she could live that other life? Then after Yanko hit her again, she said to herself, “Yes, I can”. She contacted her teacher and she helped her enroll in an evening school. After that she began studying in a vocational school. Her area of specialization will help her find a good job and improve her life.

Of course, she still looks with dismay at her future, but she firmly believes that under no circumstances can she endure humiliation. Everyone must believe in themselves and strive for the best.

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How old was your mother when she got married?
A.J. DeNofa
How old was the husband when he married her.
Autumn Raquet
my great great grandfather hated gypsies
now I'm 13 , all what I do is reading JOJO MEMES , watching anime and listening to the same 10 songs
I'm a weirdo I know you are to
Girls now : want my first time

Girls here: I was forced to have my first time
John Rogers
Funny how everyone is so protective and accepting of Islam when they do the exact same thing. Is it the differences in the way they dress? Or is it because gypsies are considered trash in America even though no one will come out and say it these days? Just a little odd is all.
Asami Yuki
guy gets angry a 13-15 years old "in the first 2 years" dosn't get pregnant. while all i can think of is all the health risk underage pregnancy has -.-
Bigman Mansaray
Arab marriage
Fluieras Oana Alina
I never understand why,just why arabs and gipsies do this horrible so called tradition to show if the girl is virgin or not by showing the blood on shirt,gosh super horrible.They have to stop doing this
Fluieras Oana Alina
Poor Mirela,her teacher is her super hero because she saved her
Makaykay Pineda
Anybody notice

Friday F*cks
wtf is wrong with this animation
Jessica Richards
Agnes De Leon Delk
I got married at 34 years old on nov 4. Going to celebrate our 4 years anniversary
kk stand for koala keeper
Gets married at 13

Divine Love
Why did they use Kurdish song at the wedding? Lol
You can marry ob 13 and no school ok then for 3 yrs im about to bring out sign i need wife
Mlle Alizée
Why should women have to do house work, my family my dad and mother clean and sometimes ask me to, I dont mind because it's only fair
Erion Aron gaming Tv
What the heck is this drawing and mic they both suck
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I Lost My Baby Because Of My Friend's I Was Forced To Get Married At 13 4 months ago   07:30



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Hey guys. My name is Anna. I wanted to tell you about my ex-best friend Molly. Our friendship was ruined by her persistent love of teaching me how I should or shouldn’t live my life. As a rule, the awfulness of her advice would manifest in small things, but one time everything was totally different and very serious. At one point, it was even a question of life or death. But first things first.

Molly always loved to give advice, stupid advice really. But I used to believe that she wanted the best for me and even further – that she would get angry with me if I argued with her, so I followed her guidance. She was happy to tell me how I should behave, even in the most basic situations, you know, even though I usually had to deal with pretty unpleasant consequences.

For example, once I needed to buy a dress for another school dance. Of course, I took Molly with me to the mall. After a few hours of shopping, I’d finally chosen the perfect blue medium length dress. However, Molly didn’t like it. She insisted I try on the dress that she picked out, which was yellow and way too tight for me. She persuaded me that I looked better in it, so I bought it. I couldn’t even breathe properly in that dress and, at some point, while I was dancing I moved the wrong way and my dress ripped at the seams. Of course, I had to immediately leave the dance party, but not before a few people around me noticed what had happened. Long after that evening my classmates were still making fun of me for it.

And once when Molly and I were at summer camp, I discovered a few nasty pimples on my face right before our group photo day. Molly said that she had the perfect recipe for a night mask that would inevitably clear up my skin. I was desperate and I had no other choice but to follow her advice (again!). When I woke up, I rushed to the mirror and for a second I wished I was still sleeping. My whole face was orange, the pimples were gone though. Molly said this was probably because the contents in the turmeric facial mask she’d made. Oh my gosh... the things I did to try to get rid of that face color back then! But nothing worked. I even got the nickname “Anna – the orange banana” and everybody at the camp was laughing at me when I passed by.
Nevertheless, I continued to be friends with Molly and in this instance, it was especially important that I knew that whatever I told her, she’d keep a secret. This happened when I figured out that something had changed inside me. I’d begun feeling nauseated and sleepy all the time and couldn’t drink my ordinarily favorite coffee because of its smell. Back then I had been dating Evan McAllen for slightly more than a month - he was sort of my first love - when I found out that I was pregnant. I got really scared and, of course, Molly was the first one I told.

That time I really needed some serious advice and definitely couldn't stand any of her stupid consequences, like before. I was devastated, but Molly seemed to be stubborn. She thought that Evan should be informed about what had happened since he was equally responsible for the trouble I was now in, so to speak. But I didn’t want him to know. You see, we were about to graduate from school in a month or so and he was about to leave for college soon. We were going to live in different parts of the country and were hardly going to keep dating anyway. Besides, I still hadn’t decided whether I was going to keep the baby or not, so I didn’t want Evan to remember me as that girl who ruined his life and stuff.

But Molly kept insisting on her opinion on the issue and finally I got really irritated with it. So at some point, I told her to keep her nose out of it. And I told her how bad the pieces of advice she's given me in the past have always been. I didn’t mean to fight with her, but apparently my words were really offensive. So, she just left me alone, and this time, I had to make my own decision without the opinion of my bestie.
I was really scared to tell my mom about what was going on, but she literally was the only one who was able to help me at that moment. I felt so miserable when she said that she was very disappointed in me. I lied to her and told her that I didn’t know who the father of the baby was and she began yelling at me for that even harder. I cried really hard all night long. So much so, that in the morning I could barely open my eyes that were swollen with tears.

Finally, my mom told me that I had no option but to give birth to the baby and that she’ll help me to raise him or her. I felt more secure because I no longer had to make that decision, but at the same time I felt even more devastated than before.

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