I didn't see the warning signs.
No, wait...
I saw but chose to ignore. His fifth invite was my first response to come over to his house, and I had gone alone. He was sorry the only one at home at that time.
Sign number one.
We talked, we ate, we played, watched a movie, then he asked me if I was on observing my menstrual cycle.
Sign number two.
It was a very odd question. Extremely odd. So I replied: "why are you asking?"
"Just curious." He smiled. I shook my head, laughed and things went back to normal.
I remember choking him and screaming. Trying to scream, because his palm was over my mouth and his other hand was working it's way towards my lower body. He was clearly more powerful than I was even though he did not exercise all his strength.
I was not raped. I was molested. But what's the difference? That singular act had reset lol my thoughts towards the male gender and I told no one about it.
Every guy was a potential rapist.
I didn't need help, so why talk about it??
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Very nice article.... Thanks for sharing. 🤗