In seventh grade, I catfished the most popular girl in school. Mind you, this was before the term “catfish” was coined.
So for him, I sacrificed my extra-curricular activities. I sacrificed a friendship that I truly valued. Because I wanted to prove to him that I also give and take in the relationship. But it was not enough.
I am someone so strong, so powerful. A survivor.
I will take back the security you stole, the confidence you stole. I will take back the innocence you robbed me of, the womanhood you robbed me of.
For every time there was an upset, there were several happy moments, where I’d share my work with him, or we’d imagine our future together, or he’d teach me to cook or drive, or we’d take his kids out, or we’d discuss something we’d seen together.
I am tired of listening to people talking about abuse as though a victim must be of a certain sex, or provoking by looking and acting a certain way. Abuse is entirely gender neutral.
You don’t have to justify to anyone the reasons you didn’t leave right away.
Because you chose not to fight for her, she has found someone who would fight to the end of the earths for her.
Get used to the apologies. Get used to the mental or emotional exhaustion after any form of expression relating to their abuse.
One year ago today I was turned into a victim of a gender crime. Today I am no longer a victim. I am a survivor.