It was your birthday

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*TRIGGER WARNING* -Rape

I was eighteen and you were twenty six,
It was your birthday and you had plans.
Recovering from addiction of meth, you switched it to alcohol.
This night your drink of choice was Crowne Royale.
I never had whisky.
Wearing a white dress with chucks, I never would have foreseen what the night would bring.
One shot, maybe two and I was gone.
We were playful, I remember riding on your back as you walked us to your house.
You laid me on the floor, my world was spinning.
Suddenly you entered me.
I was frozen and couldn't believe it was happening.
Your moans matched my "oh my gosh" while covering my face in shame.
I woke up the next morning sitting up in fetal position.
He woke up and I asked him " why did you do that?"
I thought you would like it, he said.
I was not ready to experience someone else yet.
I did not consent.
But I stayed because I didn't know what happened to me was actually what happened.
I was lost and using you as a distraction to not feel the pain of leaving the one before.
I disgusted myself with the desperation and the depths of my lows.
When we were done, I never wanted to speak to you again.
So I didn't.

The revelation of what happened to me would come much later in life.
Our relationship didn't last long. Two months at most and I was devastated.
I treated him like I did Dustin and always wanted to be with him.
He wasn't prepared for that and soon broke up with me because he said he couldn't be my boyfriend.
I'm sure it was too much.
I just wanted to be loved I was not getting attention anywhere else.

You would think after this I would calm down and focus on myself.
But I didn't.
Still searching for attention and love.
I just wanted to be happy.

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