Since the time I was young, I had loved my mom's side of the family WAY MORE than my dad’s side, and I still do to this day. But, I don’t really have a reason why. The thing is that I always see my dad’s side of the family and I just get annoyed seeing them. Now, I don’t hate or dislike them in any way, but I just get annoyed. But my mom’s side tho… I LOVE them so much ❤️ But, I only get to see them like 2 times a year (3 if lucky) and it’s bc they live farther away. The thing about my mom’s side is that there really chill & and have humor, unlike my dad’s side, they take everything so seriously & literally. And, my cousins on my dad’s are a lot older than me, but my cousins on my mom's side are around the same age as I am, so I feel more comfortable around them. But, I’m just hoping I get to see them more this year and the years ahead. :))
So, I knew this guy named Jordan at my school since freshman year. He was nice to me, and I covered for him a ton even though I knew he was using and selling drugs on campus because I felt he was my only "real" friend. Time goes on, I start to feel like I have to stay his friend because I know too much. Then, one day, (we're seniors now) he offers me a ride home from school. I say yes, we get in the car with his brother, and we head off. He starts smoking, and being curious, I try it. Turns out he dosed whatever it was extremely high, more than its supposed to, and I start feeling really sick. I know somethings wrong. He drops his brother off and drives to some secluded spot and by this time I'm starting to fade in and out, and seizing in between. I'm also having PTSD attacks and flashbacks from all my abuse, so I'm screaming and kicking. He comes into the backseat and I can feel him holding me, and now I'm fading in and out less, only able to see or know what's happening in bits, and everything is extremely blurry. Every time I barely come to for a few seconds, it's something different. I'm holding my phone on a call laughing. I'm laying down. I'm feeling something heavy grab my chest....then my legs....I open my eyes as far as they'll go (barely half open) and see a face pressed against mine, something slimy is in my mouth. I'm colder, there's more air on my skin. Something hurts between my legs. I'm moving, kicking, yelling, someone's telling me to stop fighting. I remember seeing a blurry car window with my head back, almost crying, wishing it would end. Eventually he brings me to my boyfriends house, the next day I come down from the toxic high. I tell Aaron what I remember a few days later with the help of my friend Abby. He asks around, finds our Jordan told his friend Robert I gave consent because I nodded or said yes, he said I didn't say no to Jordan having...53x with me...Jordan finds out aaron knows and comes to the house later in his car yelling. Then, recently, he comes to me and puts a ton of drugs he had in my backpack so he won't get caught. I hand them to the principal. Nothing happens. They know me and my friends said he r@p3d me, about the drugs, and they did nothing. He didn't get suspended or anything. I'm scared and angry and I just need someone to know.
I live in small African country called Uganda,2019 I had my dad's elder brother who gave me a car drive on loan for period of 2 years,I paid him weekly without fail and whenever I would fail to raise that weekly payments I had to sell an item in my house to cover up, luckily I managed to finish the loan after aperiod and then this guy turned against me ,I had all agreements written together with him but he acted weird and never wanted to transfer car ownership to mehe hesitately refused to pass ownership for good,I ended up lossing the car,I ended up going back to zero after all those years for nothing,till today am still struggling to stand back on my feet,i left everything to almighty God.i lost my time,my property,TILL NOW I LOST TRUST MORE OF ESPECIALLY ANYTHING TO DO WITH PEOPLE AND LOVE,is it possible to love and trust again?
