ABUSE

That is a very blatant title. Well, I can't think of anything else. It happened last night. It started with him saying that he just wanted to lie by me because he felt good when he did. I whispered "No! That's not a great idea". I didn't yell. I didn't put on a stern face. I whispered. And then well it happened. Pangs of pleasure were louder than caution. And then I said "Enough! It hurts!" He stopped. And I don't remember when I fell asleep. But I awoke to see him fondling me while I was asleep.He got done. And then he kissed my forehead and left. I went back to sleep hoping the morning would never arrive. That I didn't have to see the marks of the night in the harsh daylight. Well, nature isn't forgiving. Cruel daylight revealed it all. He isn't the abuser. I am. Both the abuser and the victim.