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mich_ellie
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I told myself to forget about this, and I actually did. Seeing all this just brought back some horrible memories. I would like to just get them out, so here it is.. (Sorry it's kinda long... It's the whole thing)
I started dating this guy in June. I made this promise the summer before that I would honor God in my relationships. I had heard all these stories of woman who didn't even kiss their husband until their wedding day. I realized that the right guy would wait for me.
he first day I met this guy was at school. Then, the next day he came up to me and said my name, asking me how I was. I was surprised he remembered my name. I helped him with his social studies, but we got side tracked talking about guitar. I actually liked the guy a lot. That day he asked me to go for supper the next day, and I was so stoked.
We talked a lot about each other. We spent a lot of time together the next week, and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes. That same Saturday he went to church with me and we help hands... But his didnt seem to fit in mine, like they were too big or bony. He was amazing- he liked me a lot, and we talked about God... We wanted Him to be the center of our relationship.
Now is the hard part to say.
We went to his house after school about 3 weeks into our relationship. We took a walk to a park, played guitar, and he asked if he could kiss me, leaned in, and it happened. First boyfriend I ever kissed (Actually, first boyfriend!) It was very long...
We went back to his house, his mom ordered a pizza, and she went to work. I trusted this guy. I really liked him. We took the pizza up to his room- I stopped in the doorway... My best friends mom always said to NEVER go into a room alone with a guy, but I ignored it. We watched the first 5 minutes of the movie, when he completely grabbed my head to turn to his and kissed me, but it felt more forceful than before.
This is horrible, and I should have stopped him, but I was frozen, I felt helpless and couldn't control anything... I have no idea what happened, it was like my brain shut off.
He touched me in places I was never touched before... He didn't rape me, but I feel like he may as well have done it.
I think he would have gone farther, he was about to... taking his belt off... but his phone rang, and it was his youth pastor asking him if he was going to come to youth, so we started walking to the church (THANK YOU GOD).
I STILL HELD HIS HAND. I realized, it didn't fit. I hadn't said a word, and he even asked me if anything was wrong, I still couldn't speak. When we were at his youth I couldn't feel like myself. I had to do something... I couldn't get a ride home from him, so I called my youth leader, just asking for a ride. My 'boyfriend' asked me why I didn't want a ride home. We sat in the stair well shortly after I called my youth leader, and he tried to kiss me, I avoided it and went downstairs to wait for my ride.
She picked me up, and I started crying, I couldn't tell her anything, I just said something happened and when we got to my driveway, she prayed. She asked that whatever happened, it would go away. I went inside and spent the next few days being depressed.
I never told anyone... Sure, I told my friends I broke up because we went a little too far, but I never told them any more than that.
I wish I could, but I can't. I feel as if I am lying, but it's all too true. It scares me.
I started dating this guy in June. I made this promise the summer before that I would honor God in my relationships. I had heard all these stories of woman who didn't even kiss their husband until their wedding day. I realized that the right guy would wait for me.
he first day I met this guy was at school. Then, the next day he came up to me and said my name, asking me how I was. I was surprised he remembered my name. I helped him with his social studies, but we got side tracked talking about guitar. I actually liked the guy a lot. That day he asked me to go for supper the next day, and I was so stoked.
We talked a lot about each other. We spent a lot of time together the next week, and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes. That same Saturday he went to church with me and we help hands... But his didnt seem to fit in mine, like they were too big or bony. He was amazing- he liked me a lot, and we talked about God... We wanted Him to be the center of our relationship.
Now is the hard part to say.
We went to his house after school about 3 weeks into our relationship. We took a walk to a park, played guitar, and he asked if he could kiss me, leaned in, and it happened. First boyfriend I ever kissed (Actually, first boyfriend!) It was very long...
We went back to his house, his mom ordered a pizza, and she went to work. I trusted this guy. I really liked him. We took the pizza up to his room- I stopped in the doorway... My best friends mom always said to NEVER go into a room alone with a guy, but I ignored it. We watched the first 5 minutes of the movie, when he completely grabbed my head to turn to his and kissed me, but it felt more forceful than before.
This is horrible, and I should have stopped him, but I was frozen, I felt helpless and couldn't control anything... I have no idea what happened, it was like my brain shut off.
He touched me in places I was never touched before... He didn't rape me, but I feel like he may as well have done it.
I think he would have gone farther, he was about to... taking his belt off... but his phone rang, and it was his youth pastor asking him if he was going to come to youth, so we started walking to the church (THANK YOU GOD).
I STILL HELD HIS HAND. I realized, it didn't fit. I hadn't said a word, and he even asked me if anything was wrong, I still couldn't speak. When we were at his youth I couldn't feel like myself. I had to do something... I couldn't get a ride home from him, so I called my youth leader, just asking for a ride. My 'boyfriend' asked me why I didn't want a ride home. We sat in the stair well shortly after I called my youth leader, and he tried to kiss me, I avoided it and went downstairs to wait for my ride.
She picked me up, and I started crying, I couldn't tell her anything, I just said something happened and when we got to my driveway, she prayed. She asked that whatever happened, it would go away. I went inside and spent the next few days being depressed.
I never told anyone... Sure, I told my friends I broke up because we went a little too far, but I never told them any more than that.
I wish I could, but I can't. I feel as if I am lying, but it's all too true. It scares me.
