I was raped.
I'd been going out with this guy for 8 months.We lost our virginity together and before me all he'd done was kiss a girl.At my 17th birthday party he met one of my friends.she's really hot and pretty and he fell for her.That was pretty much the end of us, we began fighting about her and eventually this led to us breaking up.The night before he dumped me there were a few of us around at my house, including the girl mentioned.We were drinking and I confronted him about why he kept staring at her and wouldn't talk to me.I told her I knew she was bullemic (she and told him who passed it on) things got messy.They all went home and only my best friend stayed with me.
The next morning he txt me saying it was over...although I already knew it was.
The next day I went over to return his stuff and take mine back.We got talking like old times and decided to try and keep it friendly coz we had the same friends.He began kissing me.We started having sex, after he entered I figured that it was a really stupid idea and told him to stop.But we wouldn't.I began to scream and cry and claw him.But he wouldn't stop.He raped me anally as well.He'd always wanted to try but I wouldn't let him.Guess he won in the end eh.
I left afterwards and it took me two weeks to go to the police.by then there wasn't any evidence.Just my word against his.even though I was the more trustworthy party my parents didn't want me to take him to court.So I belived them because they should know best right? It's been a year and a half and I still think about it every day.I'm on anti-depressants and instead of going to university and being amazing I work at mcdonalds and am going no where in life.
I regret taking not taking him to court, not punishing him.I lost pretty much all of my friends because of him - one even slept with him after she found out he raped me.
He was the person I trusted most in my life for those eight months.and then he raped me.how do you get over that? I've been clincially depressed for a year and things aren't getting better, only worse.Everyone tihnks I'm okay now though because I pretend to be.I don't want to live anymore, but can't tell anyone.
So whats the point anymore?
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