I am 17 years old, my first love. Camomile, butterflies and other romantic shit that usually happens in puberty.

And despite the fact that the hormones take down the roof, I realized one thing in my life right away: my safety is my problem. So I immediately worried that by the time of X, I had a condom. So he lay in his pocket and waited for his hour.



What could go wrong?

My mother, unfortunately, a lover of shaking on my personal things finds a condom and the following happens:

1st I am immediately accused of being a prostitute and will end my life on the panel.

2nd Mother goes to the boy’s parents. “Either you give the grandmother and we don’t write a statement, or let your son throw away that prostitute.”



I’ll say so, years later, I understand why the guy’s parents were openly against our relationship after that.

Of course, all relationships are gone. I was classified as a prostitute on all sides, and so I gained a “reputation” solely for my desire to be “safe.”



Not always the actions of parents are adequate, there are parents so frozen that children count days to leave the father's home.

As a result: you should not label the children, sometimes they themselves are very even "enchanted" by the actions of their relatives.