My sexual assault story

Hi girlies!-

Remember I told you about -A- in my previous article, well, turns out he’s not the innocent, sweet person I thought he was.

He sexually assaulted me

Okay, after a week of my 1am thoughts, (well because I didn’t have time so i couldn’t post it here then)….. I decided to give ‘A’ a chance. People often say women should go for those who want them, not necessarily who they want, though I don’t agree with that belief.

We went out on a Monday, and he suggested I visit his apartment. Since this wasn’t our first date and he seemed responsible, I felt comfortable with the idea. The plan was to spend about 10-15 minutes at his place and then leave—no big deal.

When I arrived at his apartment, I noticed he had a chair that I wanted to sit on, but he quickly claimed it, leaving me with the bed as the only option. Note that he’s a student, and it’s typical for students to live in one-bedroom or studio apartments with just a bed and a chair or sofa for visitors.

I asked why he didn’t offer me the chair, especially since I was the visitor. He said the bed was more comfortable, giving me some silly reasons. To be honest, I didn’t make a big deal of it since I was planning to leave soon anyway.

Before I knew it, the mf literarily came on the bed. I stood up to take the chair, but he quickly returned to it. To cut a long story short, he came back to the bed, pushed me to the edge where I was sitting, and forced his way on top of me.(writing about this, feels so irritating and I’m very angry). He tried to pin my hands down, my legs as well and forced his smelling mouth into my ears and mouth. His mouth really smells y’all.

This happened so fast that he removed his trousers, trying to place my hands on his nonsense, still pinning me down…girlssss, I finally mustered all my strength and managed to free myself. I pushed him away and fought him with everything I had, using my weak hands to slap his face and screaming “stop it”. I was terrified, but I eventually escaped.

The mf, manipulator is now going on his knees and trying to beg me. I left

When I got home, he called again, trying to apologize, but I couldn’t shake the horror of what had happened. What if I hadn’t found the courage to fight him off? What if he had r@ped me? It’s terrifying to think about. My heart goes out to every woman who has experienced sexual assault. The sad reality is that many women face such horrors, and it’s deeply disturbing.

I don’t hate men in general—I appreciate the good ones and despise the bad ones. I just wish we lived in a world where the bad ones didn’t exist.

Back to my story, the idiot had the audacity to call me again after a week saying he wants to know my house, wtf….this was the height for me, I cursed him, blocked him completely everywhere and reported him to someone who knows him.

Now, there had been some red flags about him though but I thought it wasn’t a big deal. For instance, he said he doesn’t keep platonic friendships with girls. (Like you mean, you can’t keep female friends at all without sleeping with them???) That was really weird to me.

Sometimes people are not what/how they always appear. The responsible looking guy might in fact be a menace.

So for now, I don’t think I care about having a man. I just want to focus on myself and be better.

I am not also going to any man’s house anymore until they have really really proved themselves worthy.

Girlies stay safe out there

I love you!(blows kisses)