Whenever they talk about it, they say I was raped. But I don’t agree. When I tell them that, they say I’m in denial.
The truth is that there was no physical coercion; no clothes were torn off. In fact, he never touched me.
And also, he was a gentleman. I guess that was the problem. He conducted himself with the utmost propriety. It wasn’t that he was trying to be deceitful, that’s really how he was.
We met in a most ordinary manner – at a bus stop. I’m not sure what was different about him. I turned and he was there. Thus began our whirlwind romance.
The hilarious thing was how everybody loved him. He was sweet. The kind who loves your mother and plays with your younger siblings. And he was a looker.
I’m lying on the floor, bleeding. He is sitting in a chair and smiling at me. Continue reading