i went over to the house of this guy i’ve been dating the other day. we started making out and before i knew it, i was thrown on the bed and he was pulling off my clothes. I told him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. he started to fuck me and i kept begging him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. after that he made me run his errands.
after all the shit i already have in my life, this is the final straw. i’m seriously considering to attempt my suicide one more time.
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wtf, go stab him, dont take that shit
Dont let him do this to anyone else, if he did it too you he will do it too others, call the police, do what you have to do
What a fucking creep. Don’t take it out on yourself this isn’t your fault, do what you need to keep yourself safe. Stay away from him and tell someone about whats happened, if you can do something to try and stop this happening to someone else but mostly importantly keep yourself safe. Find some one you trust or a counseller to talk to. Keep your head up and remember you didn’t deserve it and it’s not your fault.
thanks for your words of encouragement. i wish i could tell someone, but i can’t. if anyone found out, they would ask more questions, which in turn would lead to one of my biggest pitfalls and bring shame to my family. also, he’s friends with the police so that might be a problem.
Just because it’s a secret-doesn’t change the secret. Please don’t be in denial and not make a choice for yourself. That kind of bs needs light shed on it. No question…unacceptable. Cause otherwise you’re allowing it to continue. It’s always easy to comment on other’s problems and there’s no way I can know your whole situation……..not sure how much fight you have in you, or if you can stand up to this…if you can-do it! What do you have to lose that you won’t continue to lose if you make a decision that blows the whistle on this character.
it’s been eating me alive this whole time. i had a breakdown at work, but i had to hide because my job requires me to be happy-go-lucky 24/7. I finally told 2 of my closest friends, but they basically told me that it was my fault for going to his house and that i brought this upon myself. i guess i did; i never had the best of luck with men.