I will never look at my parents the same way again.

I know I said I was going to write about by backstabbing friend next, but this seemed more relevant right now. I had an odd dream last night. In it, I was married to my current boyfriend and we were middle aged. For some reason we were talking about secrets we kept from each other. I told him I threw our T.V. out the window on our honeymoon (I have no idea what that was about). And he told me he cheated on me during a rough patch in our relationship before we got married. I told my mom about it this morning, and she told me not to worry about it and that she was sure everything would work out. I asked her how she could be so sure. She told me to sit down because she had a story to tell me.

She said that when she was about my age there was this one girl that was really out to get her. My dad was going to take my mom to a huge end of the year party. Unfortunately, my mom had gotten grounded for sneaking out to see my dad in the middle of the night. She said they had the "I don't want to go without you, go if you want I want you to be happy" moments. My dad went to the party and my mom stayed home and watched NASCAR.

Before I write the next part, I need to mention this. My parents are the type of people that were planning to save themselves for marriage. Therefore, when my mom told me what happened at that party, it really bothered me. While my mom was at home, my dad was having a good old time at the party. He was drinking like there was no tomorrow. While he was drunk, the girl that was out to get my mom was talking to him. Somehow, she convinced him to go to a bedroom alone with her. One thing led to another, they took each other's virginity. 

At that point I was speechless. I asked her how she got through it after something like that. She told me that she was angry about what happened, but she wasn't going to be hindered by it. She said she called the girl's parents from a pay phone and told them that their daughter was having sex with people at parties. She knew my dad wouldn't have done it if he wasn't drunk, so she told him he wasn't allowed to drink anymore.

I asked her if she thinks the same thing would happen to me and she said not to worry about it. I asked why she told me that story, and she said that she was really bored and she had to tell me some time, why not then.

Sorry if the story is a little hard to follow, I am not good at storytelling and I got bad grades in Lit class.

Why I made this blog

Yesterday was my family's annual family reunion. I don't really like my family, but there is a reason. See, my family is the type of people that would take you to a Nascar race for your sixteenth birthday. My uncle was trying to talk to me  about cars,but stopped when he realized I know nothing about cars.  I went to go get some food and on the way I saw my cousin chilling on his laptop computer. Now, I don't know much more about computers than I do about cars, but I'd rather talk to my cousin than my uncle because my cousin actually knew what was going on in the world.I got my food and sat down next to him. We started talking about how lame the family was...Well, I did. He didn't actually talk much. When I ran out of things to say about the family I started talking about this backstabbing friend I have (more about that later).  When I was finished he told me that he didn't care about anything I had said, but he said people om the might. He showed me a blog and told me I should vent online so he wouldn't have to hear about it. By that time the reunion was over, and I went home. Then I made a Gmail account and created a blogger account. And here we are now.

My first rant!!

I have no idea how to use this. Why does it have to be so complicated? There are so many buttons at the top of the text box. I probably won't use most of them. This is just going to be a test post while I try and figure this stuff out. I'll get into why I decided to make this blog later.