I was a student in 10th Grade, and I cheated on my boyfriend with a 6th Grader.
Bizarre, no? As someone at that age, you would’ve figured I thought rationally and stopped the stupid s*** I was doing. My mother found out about my relationship with the kid, and demanded I stop what I was doing, especially since I was in a relationship too. I refused and told them I loved the child. I think I lost my sanity then.
Lost my self-respect, I did self-harm and my mother became suicidal. “You’re not my daughter. I don’t know who you are.”
Looking back and wincing at the memory, I do wish I wasn’t so foolish. Everything’s going well now, my mother has severe anxiety though, and now we’re in the middle of a pandemic.