I think I need to talk to someone... On October 21st, I got together with ken, my boyfriend. Now, getting close to being together for 3 months, I am starting to realize something. Ken and I had first met on Myspace. I`m only 13 years old, ken being 14. I`m in 7th grade and he is in 8th grade. We go to school together and I didnt know who he was until we started talking on Aol Instant Messenger, and then I realized he was the cute boy that I noticed who only sat a table away from me. I used to always watch him walk up to get his lunch. He had always noticed me watching, too. His friends started talking about how he should ask me to be his girlfriend. They thought I was cool since, I had pink hair at the time. Then I died it purple. Blue. Green, etc. Ken and I got to being really close friends... and then we started going out. But enough about that. My mom thinks I`m too young, and `immature` and `irresponsible` to have a boyfriend. She met Ken, and knows a lot about him from how much we are always together. Now ever since I got with Ken, my mom has started to get mean. Just a month or two ago, I snuck Ken into my house... into my room, with the door shut. Rules were that I was not allowed to have a boy in the house. Espiecially in my room. Espiecially with the door closed. So my mom came home early and unexpected, and of course I got caught with my bad luck. We werent doing anything bad. But of course, she HAD to say that WE WERE. She always tells me I spend way too much time with Ken. She wants ken and I to just hang out at our (being me and my mom) aparment. But I never want to because we arent allowed in my room without the door open and if we go into the livingroom, there is no door and my moms room is right next to the livingroom. Shes always in it on her computer. She got offended yesterday because I asked if I could go over Kens house. This being the second time I went over. She said `Why dont you guys ever just come here?` me, being a teenager and without wanting to tell her, just shrugged. Yesterday Ken and I were so caught up in having fun with videogames and etc. that we didn`t know how fast the time was flying by. My mom dropped me off at Kens house at 7:30pm. I was supposed to call her at 8:00pm but I totally forgot. by the time we actually looked at the clock it was 11:50pm. I called my mom to tell her I was sorry and that I lost track of time. She started screaming/yelling at me on the phone, saying stuff like "Is this a joke?" (etc.) in that strict mean way.. She told me I was so immature and irresponsible and that I shouldn`t be allowed to do things that `big kids` do. I`m 13! All I did was go over my boyfriends house and I didn`t think just `BIG KIDS` did that. I love ken very very much and I would never ever leave him for what my mom says. She tried to make us break up. I don`t think I can take much more with my mom... shes so rude to me now. Now I feel bad because I think I made Ken feel bad last night... I was crying because of how I got yelled at and etc., and he seemed to get down too... but none of it was his fault. My mom says I`m not allowed out anymore. I asked her for how long and she wouldn`t answer me. She did this to me before. It was a long time before I could go out again. The last tiem when she tried to break us up she said that if I ever did anything bad again that she would never let me see my friends again and espiecially ken. She said if she had to she would make me move back to my old town, which I hated because everyone there was so gangster and ghetto, scary and mean, and they were all bad people... no good ones there... and she said if she couldnt do that then she'd make me live with my dad. I would love to live with my dad but only if I could live near ken like I do now. My mom is really getting on my last nerves with this `youre too young` stuff. Thanks for taking the time to read this... and if you can give me any advice AT ALL or help me at all, that would be just great.
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