It’s a stare at a blank spot on the wall kind of day with urges to self-harm & wishing I didn’t exist.
I knew what my girlfriend and her best friends boyfriend were doing in that room. I could hear the bed creaking gradually getting faster until it was all out loud and careless. They were not sleeping after the party. I felt powerless to stop them and I didn’t tell her friend what happened out of shame. They both blatantly cheated and they got away with it.
Short and sweer, nothing lurid. Never assume the predators are only men. Even mothers are, aunts and cousins are, sisters and grandmothers are. The motivations for women who engage in SA are simply different than those of male predators.
