Life

Hey guys!
Spring break was hell at first, because Mom was trying to keep me from a leadership retreat (RYLA). I won't go into the awful details, but it sucked.
I went anyway.
In Milton, Florida. With 73 of the most amazing people I have ever met. And on the way back (we were carpooling) a friend of mine of about a year asked me out.
I was slipping back to Thomas, but something about it seemed so... right. I told him I'd withold judgement until after I had seen the situation at home. At the time, mom and dad were demanding me back.
I was never demanded back, and I took him up on it.
It's my birthday and he's taking me out for dinner and a movie, tonight. He's sixteen, his name is Tyler.
And I welcome you grilling me about him, because there's nothing bad about him.
He sends me love songs all the time, we talk every night, and he loves me. I love him. He thinks I'm beautiful, and I'm starting to believe it. He goes to a different school, but it's okay. He can out talk me, out think me... it's wonderful. And he's even more confident than I am. Great sense of humor. An Eagle Scout.
Here he is, with his ex-girlfriend.

When he introduced me to her, I was mortified. I had met him a few weeks before state and kind of liked him (understatement). Then by State he was with her, and she's one of those polished girls, and I was kicking myself for ever thinking I had a chance. Ironically, I found out that he liked me a lot from the start, too, but didn't think he had a chance at me.
We've really hit it off.
And even though my mother is still psycho.
my dad is still a doormat.
my sister still takes out her frustrations on me.
I'm okay.
I'm happy.
Finally.