And It Was Wrong

I Didn't Know What Else To Do

When I was 20, I married and had a wonderful baby girl. We had a cute apartment in one of the nicest neighborhoods in the state, two cars, and access to vacation time whenever we wanted it. It seemed like the ideal life, and everyone around me reinforced that notion by commenting on how lucky I was. My husband soon revealed his dark side, becoming emotionally and eventually physically abusive. He viewed my body as a spoil of marriage, insisting on sex when I was obviously in no condition to want it. He repeatedly "woke me up" by having sex with me and ignored my noises of pain and discomfort. He would insist on sexual activities that I did not ...

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I think she knew

When I was in elementary school, I would go to a babysitter's house almost every afternoon. There were other kids there too most of the time. We would play in the yard, go on walks with "puppy," build refrigerator box houses, and watch movies or draw with "Rick" my babysitter's husband. There was a gate that you had to climb, or when we were very young, had to be lifted over , to get to the bedroom. She kept the gate there to keep the dog from getting into the nice dining room/sitting room. We would go back there without her and after awhile, she was call for us to come out. Occasionally she would come back, but usually she ...

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There Will Come A Time ...

When you asked me out the first time, I knew something was amiss. You told me we would take things as slowly physically as I wanted, and that you were in no rush for sex. We weren't even dating at this time, so why would you think a conversation like that was even appropriate? Despite saying no time after time, you kept asking me out and telling me one day we would be together. After a while, your devotion seemed almost romantic to me. Now, I realize, this was just you manipulating me into believing I needed you and that you were the best thing for me. Somehow, after 4 years of this constant cat and mouse game, we both ...

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It's important to be passive and polite

When I was young, maybe 11 years old, my aunt’s second husband used to touch me inappropriately. Once, at a family gathering, while we were waiting for dinner to be served, he asked me if I wanted a back rub. Sure, why not? Who doesn’t want a back rub? So, in front of everyone, he rubbed my back. It was all very innocent. It felt good. Still, I was slightly uneasy but he was always rubbing my aunt’s back, so it must be OK, right? But then it progressed, quite naturally, it seemed. Now at these functions he always seemed to end up next to me on the couch, or in the kitchen. Sometimes he would sit next to me ...

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