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  1. I remember when I told my best friend (now my boyfriend) years after it all happened, and he was so angry that anyone had ever treated me that way - he wanted to kill em all. Mostly though, he just loved me. I told him about several of my sexually traumatic incidents and he just held me while I cried. He didn't ask, nor does he know all the details, but it was just eating away at me - some one had to know and help me, and I just trusted him so much. I have never felt so close to someone as I did in that moment, and it came out as word vomit. It was probably the scariest moment in his life lol
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    I have really enjoyed some of the blogs out there! How long should a blog entry be anyway? How do you write an excellent one? What does everyone want to read? I guess I'll just write until I find a style I enjoy. I've never really been into blogs, but now it's like I can't get enough! It's like reading some one's journal entries! It's incredibly personal, but in many ways totally relate-able. Well, I got caught in the YouTube loop today - but first, BF and I are thinking about moving to Maine in the future, so I was doing research on that (Mostly on the winters there because he really is
  3. I love this! I love the way you write and I found your life perspective fascinating! Please write more? Thx!
  4. Hi, I'm new. starting a blog dunno what I am doing, rape victim. hi.
  5. I don't know the first thing about writing a blog. All I know is I survived. There is more of me broken than functional - but something small, somewhere inside me persists that that will not always be the case. So here I am, writing about it. (For all intents and purposes, and I still wan't nothing to do with them, my abuser will be called "X") I was with someone, who didn't care. I was with SEVERAL someones who didn't care, at least about me. However, this one in particular had brought me lower than I have ever been. We met under incredibly ordinary circumstances, nowhere I would c
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