I'm new to this community/group or whatever it's called, but I really just needed to get this out somewhere where I know people understand. When I was 14 I got involved in a relationship with a man who I thought was 25, but I later found out from the police reports that he was 35. The relatonship lasted on and off for 3 years, and it was full of sexual, mental, emotional, and physical abuse. When I got to college we talked every now and then, and I would go over there just because I wanted to maintain our friendship (some friendship); but I also was/am involved in a serious relationship with someone who truly understands me and cares about me. I am a senior in college now, and throughout freshmen-junior years I would go over there to try and keep our friendship, but he wanted more than just my friendship and would never listen when I tried to say no. On February 3, 2006, as he has done many times, he took things too far, but this time... I was old enough to realize I didn't want to deal with this anymore. He brutally raped me, 3 times that night, and when he got up to go to the bathroom, I took all the strength I had and ran out the door completely naked to the neighbor's house. As soon as they saw me, they called the police... however, the detectives assigned to the case never showed up that night. One week later the detectives called to interrogate me, the interrogation took place, and after a few months I never heard from them. My counselors at the time (because I can't deal w/ having a counselor right now), called the detectives and talked to their supervisors only to discover there wasn't enough evidence to prosecute.... how in the hell was there not enough evidence to prosecute? So now, officially 8 days away from my year "anniversary" I'm getting so tired of dealing with this. I'm sure you all know this is the condensed version of the story, but... I guess that's all I have to say. Thank you for reading.
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