I'm not sure how or why I'm writing this, so bear with me.
Last night was one of the scariest moments in my life. No, I am not a victim of triskadekaphobia (I think that's the correct spelling). I could have been raped.
Now, between talks from my parents and the ever-common flood of television programs on the topic, I have become well-versed in the matters of sexual predators and how to avoid them. Ever since I was about 8 years old, I knew what I would do and say in the situation, and knew everything to expect in the worst-case scenario. And, wouldn't you know, I did just what I'd planned. I'd just never planned for the culprit to be my childhood friend/ex-boyfriend. Read More »



