One of the 3 nights I want to forget
When my therapist asked
if he sexually assaulted me
i said no
but a small part of me was trying to convince myself to say yes
because it was true
i didn't think that it was true
until tonight when i messaged him to ask him for approval of something small I did.
I had thought that
moving out on my own
would bring be a sense of
stability and security.
everything was okay
until that one night
when he didn't allow me to go downstairs
and made fun of the fact I felt unsafe.
And every morning after,
once I heard the footsteps coming down
My insides were filled
with panic
and he wouldn't leave me alone.
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