I met him at a party on New Years. He was handsome, a great dancer, a pre-law student, worked while putting himself through school, had a new car, played in a jazz band, father was a minister. We went to different schools so he called me when he came home for Easter break. We went to a low key party with his friends and when that ended I asked if he wanted to watch a movie at my place. When I went to my room to hang up my coat, he followed me in and shut the door and leaned on it. I went to walk out still not getting it. He insisted I kiss him and I wanted to. Then he shoved me on the bed. I tried to get up and said no but nothing stopped him. He was probably 6’2″ and 180 pounds. I was 5’6″ and 125 pounds. He was trying to pull my pants off and I fought him so he punched me in the stomach. As I was gasping in pain, he ripped them off and shoved inside of me and put his hands around my neck. I felt like I was being ripped in half. He told me after that no one would believe me. It’s been more than 25 years and some days it still hurts.
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Thank you so much for posting here and for sharing your story. I want you to know that I BELIEVE you!!!! And I’m really proud of you for sharing here. If you haven’t told anyone your story and have been keeping it inside all this time, I would encourage you to talk to someone. A close friend you trust or a therapist/counselor? I’m sure that it still hurts; keeping something buried is so hard. Sending you so much love, Alexis
First, thank you so much for your words. I went a long time not having told anyone. But eventually I had to. He also gave me herpes so I have had to tell my story and to relive it over and over. I think I hate him most for that.
Your story is so important for others to hear. You are brave. You are powerful. And you are helping others be brave and powerful by telling your story. He was “perfect on paper.” But YOU are perfect FOR REAL. Love you always, ~M~