My childhood years were filled with cinderella fantasies, desiring a prince charming to come in and sweep me off my feet, then we will live happily ever after. As I grew up to my teenage years, I experienced the real world and realized that these two characters only live in a fairy tale land. My first boyfriend was trying to discover himself and what the opposite sex had to offer as I was also trying to explore my identity and the world of love. We fell in love and I felt so much like cinderella, well I am not sure if cinderella ever had sex with prince charming but it was part of my love story. Everyday I had more reasons to love my boyfriend, we both had sex for the first time and we were so sure we would marry eachother in the future (yeah right,maybe in our dreams). Our relationship’s time lapsed and we were torn apart after two years, he was done with me and he went on to the next one. I thought I had discovered myself by being with this guy, I thought he was going to be the only man to see my nakedness, I thought we were going to live happily ever after. My resolution, “a hint of reality, a tap in the butt to buckle up.” Everyone told me I’ll be fine, life goes on, just live your life.
I met another guy who turned my world into a carousel. What’ was not to love about him? He came into my life with a purpose, to love and care for me (atleast, it seemed that way at that time). I fell carelessly again as the whole of my being and my body was his toy. The excitement and infatuation faded away after some time and I was back at point zero. At that point, I was absolutely done dating, I have loved with my heart, body and soul, it still didn’t earn me much.
My sister Rosie had fallen in love with a guy named Jake whom she met in school, he stood by her and was always willing to profess his love for her to the whole world. I was so happy for my dear sis, it was her time to shine, and be loved. I was the wedding planner, maid of honor and the brides’ special sister on her wedding day. Considering how close Rosie and I were before she got married, it was difficult to break us apart so, I would spend most weekends at their house.
One of those weekends, Rosie had an emergency assignment to complete at work on Saturday morning and I had to help prepare breakfast. I served Jake his food and we talked over breakfast. He acknowledged my culinary skills as he emptied food in his plate into his stomach. After breakfast, I went to take a shower and on the way back to my room, my towel accidentally dropped, as I quickly bent down to pick it up, Jake came out of his room. Awkardness, shame, shock, confusion filled the air all at the same time. He reached out to help cover me up but his hands strayed to grab me by the waist. He drew me close to his chest and pressed tight against my body while I struggled to break free. I yelled out his name to let go of me but Jake was no where to be found at that moment. He carried me into the room, slammed me on the bed and made his way into me. This time, I was more broken than ever, my sister’s husband raped me, I have gone out of my own body, how will I ever get connected to myself again? Yet another man, this time, more controversial than ever defiled me, disrespected my body, and beheld my nakedness.