And then, when all seemed quiet and safe, he ripped and yanked the tape off her mouth with his teeth and he kissed her – long and hard and caught her tears.
There was the pregnancy; the one where I behaved like a needy, desperate young woman; using that pregnancy as a weapon to try and get that man to love me, to want me — to want me and the baby. “Why don’t we abort you and keep the baby?” he finally said.
To deny us our memories, to discredit our pain, or to dismiss the moments we can’t recall is equivalent to assaulting us and raping us over and over and over again.
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