so i've put off writing about this for a bit and now i feel like it's time... i'm at the point in the processing period that writing about it, getting input, all that jazz, will help me--at least that's the hope. this will probably be long so if you've got shit to do i wouldn't bother (at least not for the moment
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first, to give a little background to the situation, i was doing this guy starting around new years (we'll call him mike); he basically thought he was a badass but it turns out he's actually just a raging alcoholic. so a few months later the whole situation was too much drama for me (for numerous reasons--one of them being that i knew he wasn't good for me when i was all hung up on his bad-boy heartbreaking abilities) and decided we shouldn't be sleeping together anymore. we decided to be friends.
within a couple weeks mike brings over a friend (we'll call him alex) that has been over a few times before, and we're all drinking and what not. mike texts me telling me that alex likes me, but i tell him it doesn't matter to me because they're friends and i'm not a homie-hopper like that. he keeps texting me throughout the night about how alex likes me, which i thought was a jealousy thing. later that night though, alex and i are talking and he tells me that mike had told alex i like him. seeing as i'd never done anything of the sort, i confront mike and he is forced to confess that he did tell alex that, but only to "give him confidence". i get pissed that he put me in that position and we don't talk for a few weeks.
fast-forwarding to three weeks later: i had been out partying at the bars on a saturday night and it was about two in the morning when i got a phone call from mike, who was with alex at a party, and the drunken pair needed a ride. by that time i had eaten some food, gotten in my pajamas, all that shit, but i figured i could just go grab them and drop them off so they would get home safely--i have this inexplicable need to help people no matter how shitty they've been to me. so i picked them up and ended up going inside for a minute, which turned into an hour, and a beer, which turned into a few more drinks. they were wasted and somehow i caught up fast...
at some point mike started squirting me with a water bottle, which he thought was even cooler when he realized i only had a tshirt on, and before i knew it him and alex were drenching me with water. the situation turned from funny to what?! about as quickly as i'd managed to get drunk. to be honest i don't remember how it happened but i remember that i was on the ground, alex straddling me, trying to tickle me and kiss me. i kept turning away and trying to squirm out from under him but then mike came over with a kitchen knife they'd had out earlier and cut off my clothes. at that point i didn't know what to do, i kept saying that i didn't want to but alex just kept touching me and before i knew it mike was gone and i was left completely naked with alex on top of me. that was when i gave up, decided to get it over with. he kissed me and didn't even notice i wasn't kissing him back....i tried to pretend to myself that i wanted to do what i was doing but i couldn't wait to leave.
i was supposed to work that morning but i went home and locked myself in my room, turned off my cell phone, and cried. the no-call no-show could have cost me my job but i didn't care, and i didn't even sleep for hours despite being up all night. for me the hardest part is that in the past couple years i have become a no-nonsense kind of girl--the kind who stands up for herself and what she believes in and doesn't take bullshit, especially from guys. but there i was, getting fucked by some guy i didn't like and didn't want to be having anything to do with, and why? because i drank too much? partly. i know that what they both did was fucked up but at the same time i can't help feeling i played my part by letting myself get drunk enough to get taken advantage of like that.
anyway, i just had to vent about it, share with people who might have a more objective view of the situation than someone as closely involved as i am.... hope i didn't depress anybody
i swear i do feel better though, so thanks ahead of time! lol
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first, to give a little background to the situation, i was doing this guy starting around new years (we'll call him mike); he basically thought he was a badass but it turns out he's actually just a raging alcoholic. so a few months later the whole situation was too much drama for me (for numerous reasons--one of them being that i knew he wasn't good for me when i was all hung up on his bad-boy heartbreaking abilities) and decided we shouldn't be sleeping together anymore. we decided to be friends.
within a couple weeks mike brings over a friend (we'll call him alex) that has been over a few times before, and we're all drinking and what not. mike texts me telling me that alex likes me, but i tell him it doesn't matter to me because they're friends and i'm not a homie-hopper like that. he keeps texting me throughout the night about how alex likes me, which i thought was a jealousy thing. later that night though, alex and i are talking and he tells me that mike had told alex i like him. seeing as i'd never done anything of the sort, i confront mike and he is forced to confess that he did tell alex that, but only to "give him confidence". i get pissed that he put me in that position and we don't talk for a few weeks.
fast-forwarding to three weeks later: i had been out partying at the bars on a saturday night and it was about two in the morning when i got a phone call from mike, who was with alex at a party, and the drunken pair needed a ride. by that time i had eaten some food, gotten in my pajamas, all that shit, but i figured i could just go grab them and drop them off so they would get home safely--i have this inexplicable need to help people no matter how shitty they've been to me. so i picked them up and ended up going inside for a minute, which turned into an hour, and a beer, which turned into a few more drinks. they were wasted and somehow i caught up fast...
at some point mike started squirting me with a water bottle, which he thought was even cooler when he realized i only had a tshirt on, and before i knew it him and alex were drenching me with water. the situation turned from funny to what?! about as quickly as i'd managed to get drunk. to be honest i don't remember how it happened but i remember that i was on the ground, alex straddling me, trying to tickle me and kiss me. i kept turning away and trying to squirm out from under him but then mike came over with a kitchen knife they'd had out earlier and cut off my clothes. at that point i didn't know what to do, i kept saying that i didn't want to but alex just kept touching me and before i knew it mike was gone and i was left completely naked with alex on top of me. that was when i gave up, decided to get it over with. he kissed me and didn't even notice i wasn't kissing him back....i tried to pretend to myself that i wanted to do what i was doing but i couldn't wait to leave.
i was supposed to work that morning but i went home and locked myself in my room, turned off my cell phone, and cried. the no-call no-show could have cost me my job but i didn't care, and i didn't even sleep for hours despite being up all night. for me the hardest part is that in the past couple years i have become a no-nonsense kind of girl--the kind who stands up for herself and what she believes in and doesn't take bullshit, especially from guys. but there i was, getting fucked by some guy i didn't like and didn't want to be having anything to do with, and why? because i drank too much? partly. i know that what they both did was fucked up but at the same time i can't help feeling i played my part by letting myself get drunk enough to get taken advantage of like that.
anyway, i just had to vent about it, share with people who might have a more objective view of the situation than someone as closely involved as i am.... hope i didn't depress anybody
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loganlee:
I 'm really sorry that happened to you...but it's never alright. NEVER. And there's no reason why you should think that any of it's your fault...because it isn't. I know you want the thoughts, the pain and remembering to go away....but don't. Go to the police....they shouldn't get away with that. keep venting...the more you do the easier it will be to deal with....and by reading the comments on here...you have a lot of people who care about you. Feel better!!
dpgc44:
Sweets! how have you been? I hope you are doing well girl! xoxo