I had been noticing some changes in his behavior, lately it had become very remarkable. For a while I thought that maybe it was because he was testing us and our strict rules. That he didnt understand that we did it just for his own good. To protect him from all the bad influences and distractions in this poisoned world. But when he started to be more unruly I knew something more was up. Especially when he suddenly started to go to the library every evening. One night he came home after 9 pm. While the library closes at 7 pm. I did what we shouldve done sooner: give him home arrest for a month and took his phone away. I looked through it and found out what had been the cause of his behavior. There were lots and lots of messages from and to a girl named Susan. She must have been the reason for his behavior. She caused our son to be distracted, to not focus on his homework as much as he used to formerly. And she was the reason why he always left the house. She had a bad influence on him. I and my husband talked to him about her and made clear that he couldnt be with her, with any girl for that matter. He was way too young to have such things on his mind and we couldnt allow that. We needed to protect our son. Of course he was mad about this and he still is. But back then he didnt know what was good for him, were hoping that he will learn to become the decent grown man that we have always raised him to be in university.
Its been
three years since the day I fell in love for the very first time. Just the
awareness hit me like a sharp iron knife going straight through my heart. I was
scared to tell her I knew that she still wasnt over her ex and that she just
wanted to be friends- but I couldnt make up a fairytale anymore. I loved her.
And after two months of constantly talking, I thought Ive waited long enough.
At first, she was laughing at me and didnt believe me at all, although I was
very serious. To my great astonishment, she admitted the feelings were mutual,
and bam, love was in the air. But things didnt continue very rosy. My parents
threw us apart, as soon as they discovered the relationship. I havent spoken
to her since that remarkable, crucial day. I wasnt allowed to do so. A couple
of years ago, my parents decided to keep me away from what they called a
terrible world by teaching me at home: the memorable home-schooling, which I
fiercely hated. The first time I went to a real school was nearly 3 weeks ago,
when I started university. Im studying psychology, the only section Ive
always been interested in. My parents though wanted me to become a scientist, a
doctor, a genius. Ive never really cared about what they wanted for me. Maybe
cause Ive always rejected their opinion anyhow. Im done with that. Next week,
Im leaving home forever. Im going to move into my lovers student apartment.
I hope shell be OK with that. That shell still love me as much as she did
three years ago. Lets keep our fingers crossed
