I'm listening to Paris Hiltons book, currently at the point where she goes in detail with the teacher at the catholic school she went to.
TW, predatory experience
It reminds me of a past experience I had. Where I too had nothing but solitude and silence to process it.
There's been a fb post circulating about how bad girls are that chase married men like it's funny.
And that shit hurts because I didn't chase him for fun. He preyed on me. He used his work title above me. Lied to me. Used such similar words and phrases that the teacher did to Paris in her book.
"Why did you make me do this" like he didn't tell her, a student, to come downstairs since he was there?
Like the predator whose wife told me I made him cheat on her?
The parallels are a lot for me right now and I just gotta talk about it.
I was 23. He was 32. I had JUST transferred to a new job location. I had no title. He was one of my MANAGERS. I will never forget him cornering me by the register to get too close to me. The gross aggressive flirting.
I SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN. Then fell victim to his game of telling me what a young adult wants to hear. Using fucking kink to make me think i could trust him regardless. Mother fucker really convinced me he was going to leave her, when he was just using me.
Dude was more interested in the idea of being able to have kids with someone than he ever was me for myself. I still feel sick thinking about everything I let him do and say to me.
I still feel fire and rage in my soul every time I'm reminded he exists.
