From this day, I'm still in awe about my teenager years. It was a crazy month, that June night when I found out what I was. And from that night when my parents told me who and what I was, it changed everything.
If I didn't know what I was I think the person was in love with now would not be the mad I would of loved.
I think the children I have wouldn't of been born. They would look different, have different names and a different father. It would mostly change what they would be.
And finally, most of all if I didn't know who I was Jacob would still be my best friend...not my father.
Looking back now I can't see how I lived through it...but then I realized I had all the help, support, and love I could get from my family. They helped me even though I overreacted about everything...getting so angry there would be holes in the wall from my feet and fists or trees fallen down because I pushed them so hard. But no matter how much I destroyed, or how bratty I acted they were right by me through everything and any obstacles that came our way.
And then I noticed those few months were nothing but obstacles, obstacles that hurt us bad to get through...but we made it.