I fell in love.
With a harasser.
With my harasser.
I was in love. It is right to use the past. I do not like him anymore. I cannot be in love anymore. I do not want to. I fall in love with a harasser. With my harasser. How much can hurt to think about that?
A lot. It hurts a lot. I still cry. I still cannot believe. I still am shattered. Being in love is not easy. But being in love with a harasser that harassed you too, this is shit.
It is really shit. But no, it is not my fault. I would never fall in love if I would have known. And maybe I would have never been harassed. But no, it was not my fault. It has never been my fault. It is never the victim's fault. In any case.
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Survival
Short StoryJust me talking about a story. My story. This book is aimed at all victims of harassment. You do not have to speak up if you do not feel so. I decided to do it because I do not want other people to live what I lived, and I know that things like that...
