He raped me because I was shouting at him

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He was shouting at a young boy, I shouted at him as who gave you the right to shout at young boy, we came back early from that party and my shouting persisted, who gave you the right to shout at the young boy. He couldn’t take it anymore and he spit at me because I was shouting at him. I couldn’t take the insult, so I slapped right across his face. I forgot he was more powerful than me. He came over me to hit me more. I bit his hand in the process, but he was more powerful, he kept hitting me. The fighting stopped or I thought it stopped. After this duel we went to separate rooms to check on our wounds. Around half an hour passed and he came to my room again and jumped on the bed and started hitting me with his legs. His leg directly went into my abdomen, the other came flying over my shoulder and my vagina. Then he sat on me and started punching me on my face, giving me a swollen eye on the way. He stood there with his winning smile and told me to touch his feet and accept I am his slave and I did because I shouted at him and I forgot he was more powerful than me. Its been 3 days now, its still hurting and my phone pinged, a WhatsApp message from him suggesting me a read how should I control my shouting. Yes it was my fault, I shouted, I deserve to be spit upon and hit upon. Yes I should have understood my boundaries. I know this is not rape, but it hurts and I always used to sympathize with rape victims not realizing soon I will be one of them. This is not the end of story, we think we are powerful but time and universe are more powerful and when you send your positive vibes to the universe it reciprocates you in a thousand times better frequency.

Submitted: February 28, 2017

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He was shouting at a young boy, I shouted at him as who gave you the right to shout at young boy, we came back early from that party and my shouting persisted, who gave you the right to shout at the young boy. He couldn’t take it anymore and he spit at me because I was shouting at him. I couldn’t take the insult, so I slapped right across his face. I forgot he was more powerful than me. He came over me to hit me more. I bit his hand in the process, but he was more powerful, he kept hitting me. The fighting stopped or I thought it stopped. After this duel we went to separate rooms to check on our wounds. Around half an hour passed and he came to my room again and jumped on the bed and started hitting me with his legs. His leg directly went into my abdomen, the other came flying over my shoulder and my vagina. Then he sat on me and started punching me on my face, giving me a swollen eye on the way. He stood there with his winning smile and told me to touch his feet and accept I am his slave and I did because I shouted at him and I forgot he was more powerful than me. Its been 3 days now, its still hurting and my phone pinged, a WhatsApp message from him suggesting me a read how should I control my shouting. Yes it was my fault, I shouted, I deserve to be spit upon and hit upon. Yes I should have understood my boundaries. I know this is not rape, but it hurts and I always used to sympathize with rape victims not realizing soon I will be one of them. This is not the end of story, we think we are powerful but time and universe are more powerful and when you send your positive vibes to the universe it reciprocates you in a thousand times better frequency.


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