So this was the year of Hell.........
The first half of my Jr. year was ok.
I had been dating this boy Joshua for about 4 months or so.
This was about the time he started pushing me around and hitting me.
He'd mostly though make me feel like crap and tell me I was worth nothing.
Then in January the real hell began
I had a friend named Justin
and well point blank he raped me.
So now that I'm thinking of all the different years in High School.
I guess I'll make a blog for each.
So here's number 2.
The Year of Change.....
Again that year started of good.
I was like "ok, no more death and it's a new start"
Little did I know It would be a new start.
At the start of summer we found out we'd be going into the army full time again
So my mom and I were talking last night about how much as gone on just while I have been in High School. And then we gave each year it's own name, but one that I've been thinking about a lot so far today was the Year Of Death. That would be my freshman year.
So I have been thinking a lot lately about childeren that have their moms or dad in the army or any military thing, for that fact. I believe that many people don't really understand what all military families go through let alone the childeren. My mom has always called my sister, makayla, and I her unsung heros. My dad has been in the army for 17 almost 18 years now.
