Just like Trump, he believed he had a right to my body without my permission. The shocking similarities between Trump and my ex didn’t hit me till the results of the election.
As my personal hero once said, we are stronger together. And nasty women will not be silenced.
Don’t let this define you.
Don’t let him define you.
Like Donald Trump said, I couldn’t be raped. I wasn’t pretty enough. And even if I was, it couldn’t be classified as rape, men are just going after what they wanted and “grabbing it by the pussy.”
What if we danced? What if we loved?
Honestly, I thought about how I was going to propose to you. I pictured myself waiting in front of the altar, watching you walk towards me.
My brain plays these terrible tricks on me. I analyze our old conversations and try to find where I was unlovable. I pick at my skin and look for answers in my smile. Was I not pretty enough?
I need to be honest and the only place I can write honestly is a Snapchat message, so I’m writing this to you in the app, and then I’ll copy and paste it over to Gmail.
I pray that you never again touch another girl the way you touched me.
Just know that there isn’t a day that passes that I don’t think about you. Not a day that I don’t wish I was seeing your name light up on my screen again.