This isn’t really happening. But it did. It happened. It happens to a lot of women, more women than you think. Women who never imagine it could happen to them, women who trusted the wrong person, women who dropped their guard at the wrong moment. Women who think it was maybe their fault. Women who are too ashamed to talk about it afterward. Women who try to forget, to move on with their lives, to block the whole thing out, to stuff it in a box and close the lid. Go on living and loving, don’t let it define you. Don’t let it beat you. But it did happen. That night, it happened to me.
