I hate that when I talked you did not listen. I hate that you said I should take your knife so I could protect myself (this, in a dangerous country abroad where we were both working) and you kept pushing me and pushing me, even when I said no. I hate that you would get angry at me for not wanting to do what you wanted (go out, party, have fun). I was tired and I just didn’t want to, but you got upset anyway. I hate that you scolded me for not doing something in bed that you wanted me to do – despite knowing that I have been sexually assaulted and that I am fragile. I hate that I told you not to contact me and you kept doing it anyway. I hate that I am afraid of you, no matter how much you have insisted that you are not dangerous. But most of all I hate that I’m the one who ended up feeling guilty and strange even though you’re the one who never truly listened to my words. You only thought about what you wanted and needed, and your feelings. I hate that this happens to women all the time, ALL THE TIME, every single day.
