I remember this one night, he and I were coming back from a party. I think he was upset with me because I wanted to leave earlier than he wanted to, but I’m not entirely sure.
He was in a bad mood...the type you don’t want to mess with. He told me he almost got into a fight with some random people we were passing simply because he was in the mood and they looked his way.
He and I were not far from our places when he suddenly pushed me up against a fence...maybe we were fighting? He was drunk, but was being super aggressive with me. I could feel him form a boner and he started to kiss me roughly. I tried to be as nice as I could when I pushed him off, but he was in an aggressive mood. I think he tried to pretty much start taking my clothes off right then and there, but I managed to convince him to wait until he and I got back...he was tugging me along as if he couldn’t wait. Internally, I didn’t want to have sex, but if it would calm him down...
I can’t count how many encounters like this there were...but after years have passed...I’m now starting to let reality sink in that I was pretty much sexually assaulted and raped in a past relationship with Derek. Not once, not twice, but many times over about four years...
