Today is the sixth anniversary of the second time I was raped, but I’m dealing with it pretty well. Actually, I’m doing great today, but apparently this is because I got it all out of my system last weekend. My boyfriend and I were drinking with friends, and I didn’t think I was all that drunk then; I felt fine until I got home. I remember throwing up, but I don’t remember anything after that. My boyfriend told me that I was afraid of the Bad People (hey, I need the euphemism, ’cause it’s awfully long and clunky to keep referring to them as “the people who raped me”), crying and saying that I had to keep my eyes closed because if I opened them, I would see the Bad People. He of course told me that there were no Bad People around, that I was safe, but I guess it took a long time for me to believe him.

I’m glad I have no memory of all of this, but I wish I hadn’t put him through it. I’m glad this weekend is better.

Apart from that, I’m fine lately, but I’m working extra hours for a few weeks, and I have almost no time to fit anything but work into my schedule. My brother, although out of the hospital, is not doing very well, but it’s going to take more time than I currently have to go into detail about that. I’m hoping I’ll have enough free time on Tuesday to manage to blog. I sure as hell won’t have any time tomorrow.

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