I am a 25 year old woman who uses poetry as a means to cope. Three years ago, the man I was with sexually assaulted and raped me. You may ask... How does this happen while you are together? Well we had discussed what we were comfortable with and not comfortable with in the bedroom. I was no comfortable with fisting which is something he wanted to do. So one night he decided to finger me.... Then kept adding more fingers.... I said no.. i said ow... I said stop... And i tried to move his hand but he kept doing it. So i told him after not to touch me ever again and i stayed living with him until i could find a place to live on my own. I slept in the same bed with him, clothed. I thought he had learned his lesson by losing me. A week or two had passed and I woke up to him on top of me. He then proceeded to hold me down, pull my panties to the side, and rape me. This is my poem to cope. I did not report him because we share a son together. I regret that decision every single day. I didn't want to have to explain to my son why his daddy wasn't around anymore.
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