When I was a teenager, I was told to go to a wedding reception in the middle of nowhere, near the mountains, and drink beer and have fun.
The thought of going to a party in a small hotel room with a few people, dressed up in costumes, and having a party that I knew nothing about terrified me.
I had never been to a large event before.
I didn’t even know if I would like it.
I’d never had the guts to ask my parents for help, and I’d spent the entire year on the couch at home, waiting for my dad to finally get me a job.
I thought about it a lot.
I was scared.
I wanted to be the best version of myself.
I wondered if the wedding party I went to was really a wedding party, or if I should just go back to my parents house and do the best I could.
When I asked my parents if they could host a banquet in a hotel, they said yes.
So I went, and a few weeks later, the first one was held in a tiny hotel room in the suburbs of Toronto.
It was an awkward thing, because I was nervous and embarrassed.
But the guests were so good, they were all amazing.
There was a girl who looked like her mother, who looked exactly like her aunt.
A guy in a suit, a couple of women in dresses, and even a man in his 20s.
I felt like I was invited.
I took a picture with the invitation, and that was it.
That was my first wedding reception.
I remember thinking, this is amazing.
I’m going to be able to do this again, I thought.
I have this feeling I’ve seen this all my life.
And I thought that I’d be lucky to do it again someday.
But as I got older, I realized that I was far from lucky.
In fact, I had a very bad experience at the wedding reception that night.
I went down to the hotel bar with my friends, and it was really weird.
I never had an experience like that before.
There were three or four people in the room, and when I went up to them, they didn’t recognize me.
They were all wearing masks.
I got a few stares and then one guy who looked almost like my dad said, “Hi, you’re my uncle!”
And I went back down to my room, but he came over and grabbed me by the neck.
He told me that I looked a little different and that he loved me.
He started kissing me and fondling me, and he said, you know, I’ll come to your room and take off my mask and get a haircut and everything, and we’re going to go home together.
I told him I didn, too.
He was really nice, and then I was just kind of confused.
I wasn’t sure what to do.
I really thought maybe I was going to get hurt or something.
I started feeling kind of like I couldn’t do this, and my family didn’t really know what to think.
I kind of went into shock and thought, I don’t know what this is, so what do I do?
Then, the next day, I went over to my mom’s room, got dressed, and left, but I still felt a little weird.
It wasn’t until the next morning that I told my family what had happened.
I asked them if they wanted to come and see me.
My mom was really upset, but she was also relieved that I had left.
She was really excited to see me, but it was scary.
I think she thought that my father was going after me, that I needed to stay at home and watch over him.
She just wanted to make sure that I would do everything I could to help my dad and that we were going to keep him safe.
I tried to be as normal as I could, and she was just like, “No, you have to be here.
I want you to come over.”
So we were sitting in the kitchen and she just started telling me that she needed to be alone.
She told me about this crazy person she had seen before who was so crazy that she had gotten him into a car accident.
She had this idea that he was really drunk and crazy and dangerous, and they had to keep her from seeing him.
And she was saying that she was going in to tell my dad that he needed to get help.
And then I remember going into my room and I just started crying.
I just was so emotional.
I can’t describe how hard it was to walk out that door.
I almost cried myself to sleep, because it was a pretty traumatic moment for me.
And my mom was just really upset and upset that she didn’t get to tell me that the party was going on, and now I was being told I had to be careful.
She said, I hope you