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When I was sixteen I started seeing my teacher at school, at the time I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, but I now know there was. I was in a bad place when I started seeing him, my granddad had just died and I needed someone and he was there. He was forty five, married with four kids but I liked the fact he choose me, not the prettiest or smartest but he wanted me. We would talk on the internet late at night , he would ask me to do stuff and I would, I had longed that someone would pay this much attention to me
He loved every minute of it and so did I, this carried on for two years, we would meet up twice a week and do stuff, but we never slept together. I ended it as I met my current partner and I wanted to be faithful. A few months after ending it he got back in touch and wanted to meet up. I was nervous and ended up telling my partner everything.
Little did I know that would be a big mistake. My partner then decided to tell the school about what had happened, then the police got involved, I was so scared that no one would believe me and I was right in a way. The police believed me but other students didn’t, they started a hate campaign on Facebook saying I was telling lies and why would he pick an ugly student. The police investigation took a year and in the end nothing happen. I was so happy that was the end of it or so I thought.
A few months after the police investigation ended the school board contacted me, wanting me to tell them what happen. They made it sound so seedy, it was horrible. The total investigation took three years and he lost his job. Even now I know it was wrong but I don’t regret it, the only thing I regret is telling my partner about it.
