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The original was posted on /r/twoxchromosomes by /u/garfliedlover on 2023-09-05 05:20:52.


My ex and I broke up. Let’s call him Jake, I first meet Jake at college this January and moved with him in April, why you asked? I was in an very abusive home with my mother and it wasn’t a safe place for me anymore. I felt safe with Jake, everytime I cried he was there to support me. I admit Jake wasn’t the best, I had to pay all the bills at his place since he didn’t had a job and didn’t want one since of his “social anxiety” and only got paid with FAFSA money.

When I talked about my relationship with my step sister, they said I deserve better and they were right. When I told Jake I wanted to leave, he begged me to stay, he said he could open the relationship, I can move out, but I couldn’t leave him since it’s the worse time for him without support.

It was a messy breakup last Thursday. I went to my sister place told them about everything and they helped me leave. I decided to be friends with Jake since I knew everything about me and we can still be friends that just hand out right?

I went to his place on Saturday and we smoke some weed and talked about the relationship. I remember being so stress and deciding to sleep on the couch and cuddle with him since I TRUSTED HIM

I woke up with him on top of me with him touching me and having him thrusting his dick in my mouth. I pushed him off and slapped him and went to the bathroom. I didn’t wanna call it sexual assault but it was. So I went out and recorded my phone in my pocket. He admit it completely, he apologized over and over and said it was mistake. I just took my stuff and went to the bus stop and called the RAIN hotline and my close friend to pick me up.

We talked and went to my sister, I went to hospital to get a rape kit and filed a report but didn’t ended up doing the rape kit since I got there at 8PM and it was 1am and the examiner wasn’t there yet and supposed to be there at 11am in the morning. I was exhausted really. I wanna repeat the quote “I was rape twice, once with him and the other in the court room”.

He hasn’t contacted me and I go to class tomorrow and I’m scared to see him at my college campus since he’s a student there too. I just want to rant here

I don’t know how I should feel. My family are here to support me and some friends too. I just feel tired and emotionally drain when hearing his name.

Dear women and men who were once in my shoes, what do I do now?