I looked in the mirror and seemed so old. It’s like I’ve aged 10 years in the past 2. When I married Peter he called me “Wifey Face” because I was quite the looker. I just wanted to get married, it didn’t matter with whom. After all, my oldest brother tried to arrange me to be wed with his friend. Arranged marriages were a common thing amongst many religions. I had just returned from San Francisco where I could have married this strange Hindu dude and I didn’t know what I wanted. I was so young. What I did know was I didn’t want to be married at 19 years old. It could have been with Jack, my boyfriend since I was 16 years old. There was one problem with Jack though, he got me pregnant when I was 16. It was a key age because my mother told me I could not date until I turned 16. It didn’t matter with who or that Jack was 5 years older than me. At 21 I’m not even sure it was legal to date someone 16. Jailbait.