I met Maurice when we were 14 years old. I thought he was so sweet and wonderful. He and I were the same height at the time, a little over 5 feet. Now he's over 6 feet tall, I'm still just over 5 feet, and sometimes I can't help but see that sweet 14 year old boy when I think of him instead of seeing the 21 year old man who raped me while I slept. It's probably just easier for my brain that way.

I stayed with Eric for nearly two years. We slept together two months into those two years and it was my first time. I knew within a month of starting sleeping with him that something was wrong with the situation. Eric had a messed up view of what sex was/should be. I was supposed to be his virginal girlfriend at the same time that I was his private whore. Private whore. I know that's an oxymoron, which is why it was impossible for me to live up to his expectations and why I hated the way he treated me.