Where I left off with my last story wasn't the full issue of what happened after, so here I am writing the rest of what went down after the fact and before the baby. This is going to be more on how everyone viewed what happened and how they felt from what the other two had told me. When people aren't physically there, people tend to blame the one thrown into the middle of things. Sometimes certain individuals involved won't own up to what they did wrong even though they know exactly what they did wrong. Actually, it could be considered molestation since nobody had my permission in the first place.
It was my first day of high school and I walk into the doors of the school excited to go to the same school as my friends from eighth grade. I was excited to start class and meet new teachers and friends, hoping they would get to know me in a good way. I am handed my schedule at the table in front of the office without anyone around to tell me where to go as they were busy with their own schedules and finding their own way, I tried to find my first class myself. So I am walking around trying to get to my class with only five minutes to be in my seat in the right classroom and I end up in the wrong class. How? Well, when you are going to a new school that is pretty big because every kid in town goes there and you have nobody to show you where your class is, you tend to get lost.
I have to warn ahead a time that this will be very personal in describing what happened to me and to all involved in this situation. Some may find this triggering, so if you are easily triggered even as an adult, consider stopping here. It is not easy for me to outwardly talk about this, but I will do my best to do so, so other adults like myself are aware there is someone else out there who we can relate to. It's never too late to talk to someone about what's going on in your life if you really need to.