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Lonely single lady seeking MILf. M.H., A letter to you about the past Hello M.H. I don't know if you remember me, but I certainly remember you. We both went to Middle at Crossler and High at Sprague, however, this is specifiy in my x th grade year and your x th grade year. Growing up, I have never had the opportunity like most to socialize and have fun. Family with special needs tend to do that.. During my x th grade year, my only best friend quit because of her own family issues and attempts, and I was left with no xxx I had just started going to a that I would later quit from, but at that time, I was trying to be someone instead of no xxx Coming from an elementary full of bullies just because of my name, I was riddled with insecurities and self hate. Every day, I would dread going to . I had hoped that middle would have been different, would have been better. New , more chances to change myself and maybe make some friends. But as soon as I met you and everyone else on the bus, I started dreading it terribly. I didn't want to ride the bus anymore, I didn't want to be at Crossler anymore. I even begged my mom to change schools, but she wouldn't believe me that you had started bullying me. I never told her the full truth, I never told her that you sexually harassed me, I didn't know what it was that you were doing. And because of that, I was confused tremendously. Every morning and every afternoon, girls in Cortina d'Ampezzo nm horny once I got on the bus and chose a seat, no matter where I sat, if you were getting on the bus, the majority of the time, you sat next to me, or at least tried. If you did manage to sit next to me, you would try to touch me inappropriately, either touching my head, legs, sides, arms, etc. You would try and inch your way closer to other places, but I would try and kick you off. My confidence wavered and my determination to protect myself wavered a lot because of your determination and the other egging you on and laughing at my attempts to stop your advances. I would try and tell you to please stop, I would try and tell the bus driver what was happening, only to be told to either not ride the bus, or choose a different seats, I would try and tell teachers, Charlotte North Carolina sluts Charlotte North Carolina but they never believed me, or they did and they didn't care. I would try and ignore you, but if I did that, you seemed to had taken that as a cue to continue on. When semester changed to the second half and I found out you were in my P.E. Class, it was like I was living in hell. I dreaded going to xxx of my favorite classes. I was never comfortable, I didn't want to do anything, I was beginning to feel like I should just give in, maybe that would just get you to stop but I somehow knew that if I didn't, I felt that that wouldn't have made matters any better. I understand that at that age, boys that age are going through massive hormonal changes, and so are girls, but there was no excuse for how you behaved. There was no safe place for me to go, not home, and not . When x th grade came about and you started ignoring me, I felt so relieved. I started walking to and I never had a class with you again. I even made some friends. I could not look at you or hear your name without feeling such rage towards you because of what you'd d xxx Now, fast forward to present time, I cannot be randomly touched by people without freaking out. I go into a state of panic and if I did not expect any contact, especially any place where you had made advances on me, I go into an anxiety attack. I have undiagnosed PTSD from my dad and from you. My own boyfriend can't randomly touch me without me jumping and getting panic-y for a short time. People sitting on buses, or people sitting near me that I don't know very well make me feel incredibly uncomfortable.. I have not been able to seek professional help just yet, but I just wanted to make this first step into healing things from the past. I did not send this to you to uproot everything you have done in life. I did not send this to you to make you feel bad. I sent this to you so that you know how much you effected me and how it effects my current life and mental state. I am not looking for an apology, though xxx would be really nice, the apology won't what has been done, but it's still nice. Even if you don't respond to this, just reading it will be enough for me to know that you have read this and you know how much your actions had effected me so. I hope you have a good life. White women searching black teen sex |
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