Temptation Part I: How it Began
Please forgive me. I just couldn’t help myself. I was touched by the hand of temptation, and I gave in. I don’t know how it happened, but it did, and it felt good. It was good, sweet, kind, caring, sensitive to my needs, and smooth. This temptation was everything a girl could want. I never forgot the first time I met him. I was about 13 or 14 or so.
13 is a time of youth, don’t you think? It is a time when you are no longer a child, but slowly maturing into a woman. The problem is you’re not considered a woman until you are 18, quite possibly 21, by today’s standards.
Being 13 is an emotional time. You don’t know what you want. Maybe you do. But what you get is not entirely what you want. There is one thing for certain that you want, only it’s enticing, and troublesome.
No good could ever come from it. While he is soothing on the soul, he causes major problems for you a few weeks down the road. Because of him, I was breaking out in hives. Really! Hives!
So I decided to quit him once and for all. Can you guess what happened next? Can you imagine what not being around him caused me to be? I was jittery; going through withdrawals.
I would always see him everywhere I went. He was driving me crazy! What was this possession; this power he has over me? Even though I don’t want him, I cannot help myself when I see him.
The years have come and gone, and I am still with him, as wrong as it is. He is just so sweet at times, and that’s what makes it hard to resist him. I’m a woman, I can hide the break-outs with makeup. The question still lies: Is he worth it?
Then one day, I finally come to my senses, and realize that this temptation is all wrong. He was sweet, but then moved on to being cold; ice cold. He started controlling my mind. I was distracted. I tried to ignore him, but he just kept on taunting me. I started to get fat on the thought that this could ruin my life.
I have woken up and realized that he was ruining my life. I was not the same person I was when I was 13; sweet, sweet 13. I don’t know what to do, but now that I am no longer a teen, I have to do something.
I cannot rely on my mom as she had told me he would ruin my life. She has been telling me since day one that I had laid eyes on him. UGH! I hate when moms are right. I should have listened. Why didn’t I? Oh, yeah! Because children, especially when they’re teenagers, don’t listen to their mom. Stupid, stupid me!
What happens next? Stay tuned.
Written by ©Diana Jillian, circa 2008