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Real Talk

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So, I was reading a police docket today and I read the report of a man who was arrested for simple assault, harassment, and false imprisonment. This is a case of domestic abuse, I’ve personally met this man and his partner and I’ve seen his controlling, vicious ways. It makes my heart feel heavy and sad when I hear about someone who has become a victim of domestic abuse.

There are multiple forms of domestic abuse, physical, emotional, verbal, financial. If you are with someone and they demand that you consult them before you go out, restrict who you can see, they hit you, they control your money, they call you names, or they guilt trip you; these are some ways an abuser exerts power over their victims.

I know that victims of domestic violence often die, that’s the only way they escape their abuse. I want to give readers resources in case they come upon a situation where they or someone they know and love needs help.

Resources:

http://www.thehotline.org/resources/ (1−800−799−7233)

https://www.rainn.org/about-national-sexual-assault-telephone-hotline 800.656.HOPE (4673)

http://www.ncadv.org

These websites and their numbers, offer many resources for victims of domestic abuse, and some websites listed include specialized resources for members of the LQBTQ+ community.

Domestic violence is a serious issue that needs to be discussed and dealt with.

There are people that can help, you don’t have to be afraid anymore.

-Jane

Our Love Story is My Favorite

On By janewrites2020In Uncategorized2 Comments

I know I’ve never fully told the story of Jack and I’s first kiss. I know I gave a gist of it, and it was really vague. Well, our one year anniversary is coming soon and I move back to school on Sunday so, I figured I would write this down for you. The night I met Jack, I was having a little pizza party with my RA and two friends. My sister left campus for the weekend and my roommate at the time did as well. Before the pizza party, however, I went to dump my trash out, and across from the trash shoot was a dorm room with the door open. Inside the room was a man I was familiar with. Derek, was Jack’s roommate, and he was “familiar” with my roommate.

I stood in the doorway and placed my trash can on the floor as I spoke to Derek, in a conversation in which his roommate Jack, a stranger at the time, chimed in; on my side of course. However, when Derek became homophobic and questioned my sexuality, I left in a hurry, of course leaving behind my trash can. I should also note, this occurred on Friday, of Labor Day weekend, and Derek was going home for the 3 day weekend.

Anyways, I storm out, angry. Turns out that when this entire blowup happened, Jack got the idea that I was a lesbian. Anyways. I go to my RA’s room, have my pizza party and go back to my room to throw something away; only to see that I don’t have my trash can. So I swallow my pride, and grimace the entire way down the hall to go get my trash can. I knock on the door, expecting Derek to answer, when to my surprise, Jack does. He says

“Oh, you must be here for this.” He held out my trash can and I blush slightly and work up the nerve to ask if I can come in and hang out. He invites me in and we sit close together, watching things on the computer together and getting to know one another. We moved from his desk to his bed, as I sat beside him and we spoke more. Me about my depression, him about his hard life. And he said something that has since slipped from my mind, and it was so sweet. I leaned in to kiss his cheek, and he turned his head. Our lips connected, and I pulled away and gasped. But, I leaned in and kissed him again, and then I hid my face in his chest. We stayed frozen for what seemed like an eternity and then he moved to stand up. He drank some water and said we will see where it goes.

By this time, it’s 3 in the morning, and he says he’s going to bed. I decide I am too, and I moved over and slept in his bed with him. There was a comfortable silence as we laid together, and I slowly reached my way up to his lips so I could kiss him in the dark. When I finished, I cuddled close to him and we drifted off to sleep.

We’ve been together ever since.

-Jane