This is my very first blog. I have never done this before, so I'm not quite sure how it works. I had just always heard of people talking about it so I thought I'd give it a try. My sister said it was like an online journal, but people can write back to you. That's kind of what I need right now in my life. Somewhere I can vent and let everything out, and if someone wants to give me advice that'd be pretty cool. So where do I start?....
Well, my name is Tarrah, and I am 20 years old. I will be 21 in about one and a half months. (Yea!!). I grew up in Herman, Nebraska which is a town of about 300 people. Everyone knows everybody else's business. I used to like the fact that we all knew each other and could go to one another for help or guidance, but as I've gotten older, I've realized they are all just nosy. They want the gossip so they can turn your words around and make your life miserable. They thrive off of other people's misery. As for me, I hate gossip. I hate the rumors and the drama that follows gossip. It doesn't make any sense to me. When the gossip was about me, I almost lost my mind.
It all started when I was a sophomore in high school. I met a senior, named Joel, and we started getting to know one another. On November 1, 2002 we started dating. Our relationship has always been kind of rocky. We broke up quite a few times but only for a couple of weeks before we got back together. We dated all throughout that school year, and then he took off for Lincoln which was about an hour and a half away. I made him come home every weekend because i wanted to see him, and I didn't trust his fraternity parties. I guess I should say I didn't trust the girls at the fraternity parties. My family never really cared for him. They thought he was a good guy but they just didn't like his family. The Tyson's have always been known for their drinking and Joel was no exception. He loves his alcohol. I mean don't get me wrong he is a great guy, but he just doesn't know how to handle it or when to stop. The whole time we dated I knew he had a problem, and I confronted him about it numerous times. However, even if he would be better for a day or two, he always went back to how he was before. Once I was finally out of high school and had turned 18 I move to Lincoln to be with him. No matter how many problems we had, I always believed him and I were meant to be together. We just fit perfectly together. We complimented eachother's personalities. Where I was emotional and crazy, he was calm and quiet. He understood me and took the time to get to know me. So I moved to be with him, which wasn't a very good idea because we just ended up breaking up a few times. Not real break ups but the ones where you don't talk for a few hours and then just start hanging out again like nothing ever happened you know? Once he finished that year of school we moved back home. He lived with his parents and I lived with mine. That didn't really work for me because my parents still tried to control me like I was 12. After a few weeks of being home Joel and I decided to split up so we could focus on ourselves. I started dating another guy and he started dating a 15 year old. yes i said 15! I was so pissed off I can't even begin describing how I felt. So of course once I knew they were together, I broke it off with my boyfriend and tried getting Joel back. I really didn't think I was going to succeed because he was pretty serious about not wanting to be with me. However, fate was in my hands and since my parents and I were getting along, I ended up moving in with him and his family.
