I've been dating someone for a few months now, but my parents still won't accept. This is my story...
Sure, I'm not the smartest, nor the best or prettiest.
And heck, I'm not even sure if this'll work out in the end.
But of course,
Every teenage couple has it's downfalls.
My parents, especially my mom doesn't approve, always asking, "Who are you going out with this time? Your "friends"? Your "boyfriend"?"
I'm 13. To most, it's too young to get into a relationship. To most, it's also too young to get plastic surgery. I'm in the stage where I ask myself, "what do I wanna do with my life?" Sometimes, I cry at night, asking myself, "why am I so sensitive?" This is the stage, mom, where most teenagers are sensitive. They can't control their feelings, they're dealing with problems such as, "Am I pretty enough? Why won't he talk to me? Are my friends, my "friends"?" It. Sucks.
I try to hangout with others, like what my mom told me to do before. Y'know, going around the block, chatting with neighbors, playing with kids. I wasn't the most... social person growing up. I didn't talk to many people, and I wasn't all too confident in myself. So instead, I stayed in the house, on the computer, phone, iPad. Sure, I had friends, but my parents couldn't find the time for me to hangout with them, even a simple play date.
Back to the present, I'm now 13. I have a relationship and friends. I'm into school activities such as Drama and Art, I'm getting good at math for once, the other subjects I try, and well it sounds like a normal life.
I always try to hangout, but my mom would always ask with who before declining. She always declines. "No. No. NO." I get her reasons. She doesn't want me to get abducted, raped, become the runt of the group, but I just want my independence for once. I wanna hangout with my friends, go to their houses, and basically have fun. I wanna make small talk, loving phrases and just enjoy my teenage years.
I just wanna go to a local place, his house or mine and we'd just talk, cuddle, watch movies and be teens. If he were to leave, I'd be fine, knowing we'd be friends sooner down the line. And heck, my perfect date would have us sitting, hanging out other close friends we both know, talk and just have fun. I love him, despite the fact I always get asked, "Why him? You should dunp him if you don't want this much attention." Of course, they still support my decisions.
I love him, he loves me, and I will always keep in touch, even if we do breakup.
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Forbidden Love #PerfectDateContest
RandomSelf explanatory, hence the title. Thought I'd give it a shot. *insert My Shot from Hamilton*