The grass isn’t always greener and people aren’t going to mold into your idea of ‘perfect.’ You have to accept them as they are.
Remember, you are not alone.
The victim side has finally begun to show its true numbers, but we still have no concept of how many men have committed such acts.
Sexual assault rates are incredibly high at our university, yet the administration allows known rapists to remain on campus.
How could he do this to me? How could he inflict this much pain onto someone who he had once said he could not live without, who he had once promised the world to?
I am calling on all sorority advisors, house moms, chapter presidents… to create and hold space within your sororities for the “Me Too” conversations. STOP allowing a culture of “drunken mishaps” to sweep a member’s experience of rape under the table.
Please remember she is extraordinary.
“The person was talking about how they were finding random notes written in their own handwriting around their house that they didn’t write.”
In a world that places so much value on extroversion, it’s really fucking hard to survive.
When you said you didn’t want me to go and pulled me into the warmth of your chest and pressed your cheek to mine, I knew I could live there, make a home there. Because when you let me go, I felt a piece of me stay there, with you.