What really happened with my first fiancé. I told everyone he hit me. In reality he fucked me in the ass while I cried making me think itd make him take me back (after he dumped me after I miscarried his baby). He made it seem like if I did it, we’d go back to our happy relationship and all the things we’d lost when I miscarried. It hurt so bad. He was so cold. He even wouldn’t kiss me because he said he didn’t know if we were really getting back together. Earlier in the relationship hed mentioned he never kissed girls he fucked that meant nothing. At the time, I didn’t put that together. I just sat there, ass up, tears running down my face thinking if he does this and likes it maybe everything would be okay again. He finished, said it was over and went to bed. Wouldn’t let me slee next to him. I had to go into the next room.

I got back together with him six months later cause apparently I’m brain damaged and he bragged about having anal sex with me. In front of his conservative family. Who was mad we even had conventional sex, let alone ass rapey sex. He mortified me and laughed. He knew how horrible that night was for me and the fucker bragged about it. To make fun of me. And humiliate me. And shame me.

If you are fucking a girl in the ass after telling her some variant of how ass sex could make a failed relationship work as she’s recovering from a miscarriage (from a baby she MAY or may not have lost after you shoved her mom into a pool so hard her knee hit her stomach) and she’s crying...maybe YOURE the asshole.

You didn’t beat me like I told everyone. You stole something from me that I can never ever ever ever get back. Fucking asshole.