My first time... running away from home

Let's start the story with some preliminary events.

I was still a student at that time. I went to Budapest in August 2009 to meet some folks then I stopped in Debrecen to see my boyfriend. We spent our time exploring the city, almost got lost, but had a good time, albeit short - couple of hours. Some days later I arrived back to my home town, Covasna.

I started missing my significant other, it was a long distance relationship. I tried asking my mother to let me go to Hungary again to see a friend but she did not approve. My bf and I discussed via Live Messenger at that time and we agreed to meet (without my mother's permission).

October was almost here, I went to Cluj-Napoca where I attended my studies. I purchased the train ticket and got a reservation at a guesthouse without anyone but my boyfriend knowing. My younger brother was staying at the same apartment as myself, even he did not know about what I was going to do.

I believe I left the apartment on a Friday night before letting a note saying I am going to stay at a friend for a few days. This was a strange thing to do because I did not stay at any friend's house before. I got on the train, switched off my phone so I couldn't be contacted by anyone, went to Debrecen, met my boyfriend, spent a lot of time together. We did not have any sexual intercouse but we've kissed. This was the first time ever in my life when I have been kissed and it felt really great!

I got back on the train to head home on Sunday and I arrived to Cluj-Napoca in the evening. My brother and my parents - in my hometown - were all worried about me . They did not know where I've been, what I did. They were about to call the police also to search for me. My brother figured out, by accessing my computer, that I went to Hungary but this was all of it. They were really glad I arrived back safely.

A couple of weeks later I went to my hometown where I got confronted by my parents about this incident. I confessed my mother that I was bisexual - who is more into boys - which I realized that year. This fact shocked her, she was blaming herself for this. She told me I cannot say I prefer boys if I haven't been with any girl before but I knew I was in love with a boy. I have to say I was once interested in girls as a child but something happened which made me lose interest in them. She also forbid me to see my significant other again.

I attended some meetings with a psychologist during the summer vacation the next year by my mother's request but this did not change who I was.

My boyfriend and I were unable to meet again, we missed each other a lot. We broke up, ultimately, about a year and a half later but we are still friends.

The moral of this story is that you should not run away because there are people who care about you. Be the person you are but try to arrange the things in your life to cause less stress to the others.