I've always wanted a dog. My parents finally let me get one. He meant the world to me. They gave him away because they didn't want a dog in the house. I keep pretending to be fine, because my parents keep saying that it's just a dog. But secretly, I've never been able to forgive them for this.
When I was in the 1st grade. These guys' taught me what gay meant. They told me it was liking guys. So, me being a girl and only having a partial definition, I was like." does that make me gay? I like boys" they started laughing and never told me anything. I walked around saying I was gay in, 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade. and I was frequently laughed at and I thought It was funny too. Until i told my mom.
I told my kids to mark their territory once, and when I walked in the living room a minute later, I saw them peeing all over the carpet as their territory... I guess they didn't know I meant mark their height on the wall :|
Yesterday my step-brother asked if I loved him. I said "of course" thinking he meant like a brother-sister kind of love, but before I knew it, he was kissing me... I awkwardly liked it, a lot...