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Hi all, I still find it hard to tell my story. I was a very naive and trusting 17 year old. I fell for flattery. I lost a good friend 4 months before meeting him so was feeling low. He worked with members of the public so I felt I could trust him (how wrong was I!).
It happened the first night I stayed at his. He told me I could sleep in the spare room. When we arrived at his via train (I couldn't drive and he didn't have a car), he told me to leave my bag at the bottom of the stairs and we'd take it up later. We went to bed very late. I then found out the spare room was in complete disarray and the bed wasn't even made! There was no way you could even make the bed as it had lots of stuff shoved on top! I froze on the stairs. He then suggested I sleep with him. He gave me his word he wouldn't touch me. Needless to say his word didn't mean much. I tried to forget it happened. He was my first and I loved him. After about a month or so, I began to resent him and so finished with him. I told my mum what happened thinking she'd be there for me. She told me it was probably wrong vibes. I told her it definitely wasn't, but she wouldn't have it. I left the room and didn't talk to her about it again. My sister remained good friends with him and played part in his mind games. I thought my mum just couldn't cope with what I told her, but a little while later my sister went through a similar experience. She got offered lots of support. My mum and dad couldn't do enough! I felt as though someone had stabbed me in the back. Needless to say my relationship with my mum has never been the same. I still find it too painful to talk about even after 18 years.
I'm still trying to live with it, but I have mostly good days now. I have an amazing hubby and wonderful children. There is light at the end of all the pain.
Sorry it got a bit long. Thanks for reading if you made it this far.
Music lady
It happened the first night I stayed at his. He told me I could sleep in the spare room. When we arrived at his via train (I couldn't drive and he didn't have a car), he told me to leave my bag at the bottom of the stairs and we'd take it up later. We went to bed very late. I then found out the spare room was in complete disarray and the bed wasn't even made! There was no way you could even make the bed as it had lots of stuff shoved on top! I froze on the stairs. He then suggested I sleep with him. He gave me his word he wouldn't touch me. Needless to say his word didn't mean much. I tried to forget it happened. He was my first and I loved him. After about a month or so, I began to resent him and so finished with him. I told my mum what happened thinking she'd be there for me. She told me it was probably wrong vibes. I told her it definitely wasn't, but she wouldn't have it. I left the room and didn't talk to her about it again. My sister remained good friends with him and played part in his mind games. I thought my mum just couldn't cope with what I told her, but a little while later my sister went through a similar experience. She got offered lots of support. My mum and dad couldn't do enough! I felt as though someone had stabbed me in the back. Needless to say my relationship with my mum has never been the same. I still find it too painful to talk about even after 18 years.
I'm still trying to live with it, but I have mostly good days now. I have an amazing hubby and wonderful children. There is light at the end of all the pain.
Sorry it got a bit long. Thanks for reading if you made it this far.
Music lady
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