I can’t stop thinking about you and the only thing that makes these feelings, this hurt, go away is alcohol.
The rape nightmares are back. I’m not okay. I’m not going to therapy because I don’t want you to know that I’m not okay.
He raped me and beat me. I didn’t fall down the stairs. I’m sorry that everyone knows but you. I still can’t believe he shook your hand after that.
I can’t marry you. I can’t marry anyone.
Please forgive me. I should have been a better role model, even through it all.