A/N: ok SOOO, sorry for the wait... Work has been absolutely BRUTAL! between traveling state to state and dealing with.. well my house may or may not have burnt down 👉🏼👈🏼. I'm ok... physically at least, but mentally, no... far from it. Everything I've worked my ass off for, gone. Just like that. Family photos, cherished memories in my home, all the laughter that filled the space, the peaceful quiet, all the family gatherings.. plus I had a altercation with a guard rail on the interstate goin about 80mph.
But anywho... Fuck it shit happens, life goes on.
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Ok, where did I leave off at? Oh yea. So we were sitting on his couch and he told me about the 'little' argument that he got into. Turns out that the guy was a family member of his ex, to be more specific, her brother. He said that he (Ben) should've 'paid more attention' to his sister and if he had, that she wouldn't have done what she done (and some other things, but I don't think I'll include them)
While that might've been partially true, 'Ben' had told me while his mom was in the hospital, that he did take her on small dates and what not, showing her affection, buying her flowers and shit... even though he was he was beyond tired... physically, mentally, and emotionally. Anyway, turned out his ex had been cheating on him for months before his mom got sick and most of his attention was on caring for his mom. She only got caught because she got pregnant by her side dude.
So I take that back, I don't think it was his fault at all. I think she just wanted someone else, the thrill of being married and having an affair. Me personally, if you're in a relationship and you think about having an affair, I think it's only fair and respectful to your significant other to talk to them, so that it can fix whatever it is that makes you want to have an affair, or end it. It's common decency, at least in my logic.
Sorry squirrel haha. You guys are reading this for... well honestly I don't know lol. But I know it's not to get my views on relationships and advice haha.
After he talked about... that... I gave him my two cents... bleh.. bleh bleh bleh bleh.. (I can't recall my exact words 🙃)
But... anyway, we talked about normal shit after. I talked about how stressed I was about the custody/adoption situation, saving and putting back money to rent a place of my own (even if I wasn't granted full custody), saving for a bigger children friendly car, going back to school after almost 2 weeks off... you know, shit 18 year olds shouldn't be worrying or stressed about and of course he gave me some advice, custody pointers, etc.
The following Monday, I went back to school. Not going to lie, it was a little overwhelming. I had gotten so use to being home with my 'kids' and my sister (when she wasn't at work or over at dude from the bar's house) and my nephew. I was ahead in all of my classes, (I made sure to get everything done/study simply because I didn't know exactly how long I would temporarily be out).
I dealt with judgmental looks from pretty much every student that had made rude/insensitive/snarky comments when I had to personally come to the school and talk with the higher administration personnel about my situation and to get my school work.
Apparently there was a rumor going around that the reason I was leaving was because 'I was pregnant with my third child'. I honestly didn't give two fucks about what people said. Still don't. They're just rumors.
The first week and a half back I pretty much just 'tutored' those who needed it(just the core classes). My theatre/drama elective teacher had asked me to work on composing something for the upcoming play, food nutrition and wellness elective, not really anything I had to do, just cook pretty much. And my other elective, was just a class I chose because it was an easy A (foreign language(German III).. though I did learn some slang terms northern Germans say lol).
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I Slept With My Teacher
РазноеThis is a true story. I've been out of high school for about 7 years, I don't remember everything that was said, but I DO remember everything that led up to all the kinky taboo shit we did. * I was 18!! It was legal (aside from him being my teacher...