Hi my name is Emily Dameline. For many years I asked the question who am I? Yea surely I am Emily but that is the imagine my parents set for me,but to me who am I? For many I'm just some girl. Many might now my description,but do they now the story behind it?My father died when I was about 12 years old grade 7. I grew up in an abusive home having to see father hit mother every night it not something a little at my age want to see. Father passed away, yea I admit that he wasn't such a good man but he was there when I fell he was there to put me right back on my feet. That's why when he passed I didn't handel it very well. I was a wreck, father was the only man I ever loved. When he passed I was scared of being alone so I started dating. Came July 26th it was mom's birthday my then boyfriend and I (note he was my first boyfriend) had planned to meet at the library. We met as planned, but we went to his home and made out. I know y'all would be like that's her fault just because of the death of her father doesn't give her the right to do such stupid things, I admit I was at fault but don't we all handle grief in different ways. Soon afterwards my mom found out see saw the text messages on my phone. In her mind she thought we did something else(I admit I'm stupid but not so stupid to have smut) I denied it cause we did not have smut,but of cause noone believed me, of course I had my phone taken away and was put I under house arrest. Mom felt as she could never trust me again. I never heard from my so called boyfriend again I still wonder to this day did we even break up
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