.Bad is subjective; it’s all about your own personal perception

Really bad though is always just that. The kind of thing that changes you forever. Who you are, who you thought you were, and what you believe is important in your life. Rape is like a dirty wet blanket wrapped around your inner self. It not only changes how you see your self but how others suddenly see you.

She was 18, invincible much like all young people. Unstained by the darker parts of life. Ahead of her she saw nothing but clear blue skies and sunny days. Her world was still filled with endless possibilities. She didn’t ignore ugly subjects, she just had no examples to gauge these things. Besides, those things didn’t happen to people like her.

She did what was expected and more, respected and loved her family, got good grades. She even followed family tradition. Going into the Navy after graduating at a early 17. The Nav

The next day it was already around the barracks that she was easy, that anything she said was just spite because he didn’t want to go out with that kind of girl again. She tried to warn other girls about the keeper. But no one would listen. She must of wanted it, they heard she was drunk ,so smashed she didn’t know who she was coming on to. They said it would never happen to girls like them. All the should haves, could haves, don’t forget the I would never. Nothing like blaming the victim to make yourself feel safe.

A small part of me died that night, though it felt huge at the time, the part that believed bad things don’t happen to good people. I lost not only my virginity, but my faith, people aren’t as they seem. Life isn’t fair and justice some times never comes. I also learned that the most understanding people will make any excuse to sleep better at night. I’m a more thoughtful person now, I know there is more to every tale than there seems. It took a long time, so long and so slowly, that I honestly can’t tell you exactly where or when it happened. I’ve had many relationships, and friends, maybe it was motherhood that gave me the strength to forgive and move on. No I don’t mean forgive the keeper and his pack of wolves, I mean myself, for b

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