I am a lesbian. Almost 16 years old. I am not as naive as you may think reading this story.
Stacy is my girlfriend. She is almost 23 years old. She lives two hours away. She has proven to be very honest.
Her mom, Vicki, doesn't like the fact that her daughter is lesbian in the first place. Highly disapproves Stacy having an underage girlfriend (which she only recently found out about). She is very controlling. She has never had a good relationship with Stacy. There are a lot of hostile feelings between them.
My parents, including my step-dad, are much more understanding. They have met Stacy and like her. My parents let me see her. I have never met any of her family because they wouldn't approve of our relationship.
When I met Stacy I thought she was gorgeous. Before I had even spoken to her she seemed different than everybody else. After a while (I did eventually talk to her), I found myself anxious to see her again. I never thought she would like me.
The bad thing is I was in a group home because of some trouble I had gotten into at home. She worked there. The last night before I was moving back home, she gave me her number. We had gotten to know each other, by the way. Another resident saw us kiss. After I left the resident reported it. Stacy got fired and had to go talk to a social worker. She was told that it would be in her best interest not to have any contact with me until I turned 18. Charges were dropped. We didn't stop contact. That was 6 months ago. I love her very much.
The problem is her mom, Vicki, found out about this a couple of weeks ago. She threatened Stacy and insisted she move in with her. So Stacy moved in with her mom. We couldn't talk as often after that but we still spoke about every day. Our conversations were shorter because she had to keep this from her mom until Vicki cooled down.
I am scheduled to graduate next spring. Stacy and I have talked about what we are going to do in the future. I want to be with her. She wants to come with me when I go off for college.
Last Wednesday was the last time I spoke to her. That's a week tomorrow. Everything was fine. She was at work and she was going to go pick up the letter I sent her at her grandparents as soon as she got off.
She hasn't called. I can't call her at her mom's. I don't even have that number. I'm afraid that her Mom got a hold of that letter somehow and Stacy is in trouble. This isn't like her, not without a warning or something. I'm worried about her. I don't know what to do or what to think.