When I entered eighth grade, a wave of anger came over my parents for oppressing me, and I decided I would be a little reckless. I decided that I would find a boyfriend, which my parents always prohibited. It didn't take me long to find one, but it took almost a year for everything to go wrong. In June 2012 I found out about my boyfriend. We had been dating for almost ten months, but in May we broke up for three days after an argument. When we calmed down after the fight we got back together, but what I didn't know until June was that in those three days he had been with another girl. Now I know we were broken up, so I may have been mad that he didn't tell me, but that wasn't all he did. We argued again in June before our anniversary and instead of trying to work it out with me, he went to that same girl and cheated on me. So I broke up with him and honestly, I was fine. After that fiasco, I realized that I am a strong and independent person. I don't need a guy to make me happy and I deserved someone much better than him. I think I could have handled the heartbreak, but that's not all that happened