When I was younger I met a girl. She was beautiful. Well, eventually we became best friends and, on Valentine' Day, started dating. Now, she came from a horrible family, she was abused, many people in her family were drug addicts or alcoholics. She for a time did meth since her sister sold it, she also cut herself regularly. Her father had raped her, as had some guy who used to live by her, and so had her uncle and cousin. But I loved this girl, so very much. Like no one else. Well, we dated for a good two months, then something happened: her mother had hit her and caused a nasty bruise, and when my Grandma ( As I lived with my Grandma) noticed I told her all about this girl being beat. Well, when I told the girl I told my Grandma, she begged me to make her not tell. Skip to the next day, she came to school (I went to a private christian school) and made some nonsense about a hit list up, and told the principal. Long story short, they thought I was a nutcase, and I was expelled. Later I found out that she was made by her family to say those things, lest she be beat/hit/raped again. I've never seen her since, all these years later and I still love her as much as I did then. And I'll never see her again. That's what I'd change. Sorry you had to listen to me rant on.
