I'll never be the same
When I was fifteen, I was raped by my ex-boyfriend. He took my virginity, and my ability to trust men. The abuse didn't end there; it continued for 3 years. He raped me nearly every day for 3 years. I was his s** slave who he could use whenever he wanted. I didn't tell anyone for fear that he might hurt my family. I knew he was capable of doing so, so I stayed quiet. He would always tell me no one would believe me. It's true; I told one person and she didn't believe me.
It's been nearly 3 years since the last time he raped me. I've seen therapists, and have sought help, all in vain. He is in jail, but I don't feel any safer, any better. I still have flashbacks; I hardly sleep because every time I close my eyes, I see him. If someone brushes up against me, I feel him. Sometimes I can feel his breath against my skin. He is, and always will be, inside my head. He got what he wanted. He won the war.