I wasn’t always a good girl that sat at home all day messing around on the computer. I’d a rebellious phase, נערות ליווי ברמת גן as teenage girls tend to have around the time they hit eighteen and think they’re grown.

By that point I had been removed from senior school twice. Initially wasn’t my fault: I was being bullied – rumors being spread about me that everyone, נערות ליווי ברמת גן even my parents thought were true – and things got out of hand. The fallout from my parents being forced to pull me out of school initially caused them to get a divorce. That wasn’t my fault, as their marriage had been strained for a long time at that point. Still, it had been difficult not to realize that I was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

The next time, I was expelled – and I certainly had deserved to be – I went a little wild. Maybe I was acting out. I had been living with my mom after she split from dad and she didn’t have what it took to discipline me. She was the type of woman who could never operate for herself. I’m like her in lots of ways.

I was drinking and smoking a lot. I spent most of the year skipping class and getting either high or drunk with friends. Within a couple of months, the rumors from my old school followed me.

It’s a strange feeling whenever you know something isn’t true but you think it anyway. Especially when it’s something about yourself. Maybe I was just fed up with trying to guard myself, or I was bitter. I don’t know. If everyone thought I was a brainless slut who’d let anyone use her, I might as well just surrender and be that girl. It made much more sense during the time, somehow.

The disappearing started then. My mom wouldn’t see me for days at the same time while I hung out and נערות ליווי ברמת גן got blackout drunk with college boys or older men. She couldn’t stop me. Legally, I was an adult. What could she do? Eventually, after missing months of class, I was expelled. At her wit’s end, my mother decided that I couldn’t deal with her anymore and נערות ליווי ברמת גן that I would need to go stick with my dad instead.

My father was a different animal entirely.

He and my mother had gotten together when they certainly were in high school. She was pregnant once they graduated and, to his credit, he stayed with her and provided the best life he could afford. That wasn’t to say he was happy about it.