When we first went out, I was in love with him. Obsessed even, like he was with me. We were dating until he left trade school and broke up with me. I was heartbroken. But then we later got back together, and I even went to a college one hour away just to be with him. Instant regret since it's in the middle of nowhere. You can barely get any signal from your phone. One month into dating again, I was feeling depressed at school with no friends, stressing over assignments and even the relationship with him. Until one night, I was taken advantage of. I didn't know until one year and several months later, later having a long crying session in the bathroom. At the time it happened, I was drunk and sleeping it off. Until I felt my shorts being taken off and him being inside of me and as I felt pressure inside me, I tried getting him to stop. But he was much stronger than me and he kept going inside me harder. I couldn't remember anything else after that as I blacked out. The next day I woke up, I felt pain as I tried to use the bathroom. It never crossed my mind that I was sexually assaulted by someone I thought would never hurt me. I was wrong.