Stand Shoulder 2 Shoulder
Because even if I said, “no, get off me” ten different times, he didn’t listen. Because even if I screamed it at him, he balked, and said he would never do anything to hurt me. Because even when I used all my strength to physically push him away, he got mad and asked why I thought he would do anything I wasn’t okay with. Because even when I told him, “I’m not okay with this”, he asked why I didn’t care about him. Because he was my boyfriend. Because he told me no one would ever treat me better. Because he told me he’d never do anything to hurt me. Because he told me he wanted it. Because my friends were his friends. Because I worried what they’d think. Because I didn’t feel I had the authority to label him or what he did. Because I still talk to him. Because I still can’t tell him what he did. Because I can’t tell him that what he can’t remember is wrong. Because he “got help” for the alcohol abuse. Because he said he’d never do what he thinks I’m hinting at, no matter how drunk he was. Because I can still feel his dead weight on me and I just wanted it to go away. Because I couldn’t say what he did. Because I was told in school that testimony was the weakest form of evidence. Because I couldn’t be brave. Because I was scared to face the doubt.
