I thought it would be okay. It thought it wouldn’t happen again.
But it did, and it happened worse. He touched me, he kissed me, he assaulted me. He put his hands on me. Under my clothes…inside me. These are not unclear circumstances, and I am not okay.
If I was unclear before, if I could excuse it before, tonight I can’t.
I’m sick to my stomach over it.
This is raw, this is fresh, this is nauseating. I don’t know what the fuck to do. I don’t know how to escape.
I want my husband to hold me.
I need to be held. I need to be okay. I am so fucking scared.
I don’t know how to stop this.