Some people stay with their high school sweethearts and get married and have babies and everything’s wonderful, but the truth is that the first person you fall in love with is most likely not the person you want to spend your whole, entire life with. Years from now, you will regret the things you didn’t do, not the times you missed out on something to hang out with a boy (or girl) you probably don’t even talk to anymore. It’s glorified in movies and tv shows and books, but in reality this belief will keep you trapped. The time you waste being unhappy is time you will never get back. If someone pressures you, or forces you to do anything that you are not comfortable with, it is abuse.
We were still at an age where our parents insisted on treating us like children. Once again, she was treating me like a child, someone unable to make her own decisions. It didn't seem like such a big deal, as my best friend was doing nothing sneaking around to be with her boyfriend. Suddenly, I wasn't that scared, invisible girl anymore, watching from the sidelines. I remember it was a gorgeous fall day, crisp and cool, and the first time I'd had Brie cheese and red wine. All I had was my instinct and discomfort — a bad gut feeling. When I write novels, there is always a clear trajectory: the beginning, middle, climax, and end. In the initial years following, I never really talked about this with anyone other than my high school girlfriends and various therapists. How wonderful it felt to have an "adult" who valued our opinion; thought we were not just cute but interesting. I was wearing a Bundeswehr tank top I'd gotten at an Army supply store and faded jeans, a thrift shop crucifix around my neck. But as we sat there together in the sunshine, the wine buzzing my head, I suddenly felt … With real life, however, and memory especially, it is harder to keep things so neat and organized. In the first, I snuck out of the house with a guy friend who lived down the street. My friend came back, we went home and I slid back into my bed. The second incident I remember happened when he was giving me a ride home. As I got older, however, the more I realized that my experience was not an uncommon one. My best friend was 14 when she fell in love with a 21 year old. My friend's older boyfriend was close with a guy I'll call T. My mother, spying him from the front window, asked me how old he was."I don't know," I said. After awhile, my friend and her boyfriend disappeared, leaving T. Many memories remain fuzzy, but incidents such as that day in the forest remain in crisp detail. It was late and my parents were asleep as we drove over to the house where T. At some point, my friend left to go somewhere, and for whatever reason I didn't go with him. Maybe he only stepped out to go to the store down the block. This was after the night at his house, though how much later I cannot say. It seemed just about every woman I knew had a similar story, a time when wanting attention meant getting the wrong kind entirely. what if your say 38 an 45..amount of years..don't even say that back then it was different cus it wasn't...people veiw the same ways..doesn't have an age limit..i fell inlove when i was 12 years old. and honestly, if she wanted it, then its not really illegal. look i no whos askin....i done told you....i don't think its wrong if its love.what if your say 38 an 45..amount of years..don't even say that back then it was different cus it wasn't...people veiw the same ways..doesn't have an age limit..i fell inlove when i was 12 years old. and honestly, if she wanted it, then its not really illegal. I can tell you from experience that who you think you love when you're just 15 or 16 will not turn out to be the right one for the rest of your life.