I'm so sorry for what that hundan did. Trying to kiss you is one thing, NOT stopping when you said NO is most definitely another! Your feelings of grief is normal but should hopefully channel you towards activites and endeavors that make you stronger. Martial arts or handgun training is NOT an exaggeration. Hopefully you may never need to use these skills, but simply having them means that you can hold your own. Unfortunately poeple deal with others in only 2 ways: By reason or by force. Learn and then they can only reason with you. Hope this helps. :)

*hugs* Now you know it's not your fault.

Thank you guys... you really don't know how much it means to me

BC2007, I will help you in your endeavor, if it so ever comes to pass. Son of a... He makes me ashamed of the male half of the bloody species, and I'm one of 'em!
Love, have strength, never give up. You have us, and, by that virtue, you have all of us, who will support you 100%, whatever happens.

-Danny

Hey... seriously mei mei, drop me a line as to where this kid lives, he'll be in the hospital right quick... that kinda... dog... just dosen't sit right with me... A friends younger sister had that happen to her with an guy our age that we "knew" but didn't KNOW... ya know? Anyway, we ended up at a party where he was talking about it and I just kinda snapped... saw red... all that.

The next thing I know, three of my friends are trying to pull me off this kid and get me to go with 'em because apparently someone called the cops (we were partying at a friends house out of my neck of the woods, so we really didn't know many people there) 'cause people were afraid I'd beat the kid to death... As it was, he went to the hospital with three cracked ribs, two broken ribs, broken nose, broken jaw and a few missing teeth, a dislocated cornea, a cracked vertabrae, and multipule internal injurys... To this day, I don't know if I'm proud of what I did or not, but I do know that those kind of... I really don't want to call them GUYS, but, well, they are... make me sick, and angry... very, very angry... *virtual hugs* It's NOT your fault, and if you really want me to, I'll be down there and risk jail time to teach this kid some manners...

Honey, it happened to me too. The sad fact is, more then once and I blamed myself for a long time. I thought I was weak, should have fought harder, maybe I did something to lead them on. Truth is, it's their fault, not mine. Just like it's his sick fault, not yours. I read these stories to escape to. It really helps. I'm glad to hear it helps you to. I do strongly suggest you talk to someone about your experience. Even just a help line. It really helps to talk to someone and get it off your chest. I hope you find some peace. My thoughts are with you sweety! Drop a line anytime!