The third time….
I had just lost my apartment. My friend Jody had moved into my old apartment like a week after I had moved out. I was visiting her one night and two of her friends she had known for a while from Talk City were coming over to hang out. Jody was pregnant with her oldest boy at the time. I was 22 and had just broken up with a guy I had been on and off with for over a year and a half. We all went out to the bar that her dad’s band was playing at. We hung out there and yes a few of us drank. I have noticed that it is not a good idea to drink around guys that I don’t know too well. Well we went back to Jo’s apartment and she and the guy she was interested in wanted to be alone so we went into the bedroom that had been my son’s room when I lived in that apartment. I had brought over my cd player and so we laid on the floor in there listening to music and just talking for a long time. He started getting touchy feely and red flags went up in my mind. I told him no that I did not want to do that with him cause I didn’t know him at all and I was not that kind of girl. He waited until I was asleep, or rather, had passed out….I don’t get that drunk anymore…not unless my husband is there with me. But he rolled me over onto my stomach and grabbed my hips…he pulled my shorts off and my panties too. He then began to fuck me. I couldn’t believe that this was happening again. I really couldn’t. I was 22 and I was being raped for the third time. It seemed like every 3-4 years it was happening to me. I felt sick and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want Jody to know what was going on. She was emotionally unstable at the time and I remember thinking…I have gotten through this before I can get through it again. I later found out that I was not the first girl he had done it to.
*This post was originally posted on Pandora’s Aquarium on February 11, 2007