Wishing for a Miracle

I was raped a few years ago. It was what I call "Gray Area Rape," meaning that it would never hold up in a court of law. It was the product of slow manipulation. "You need to grow up and stop thinking that sex is such a big deal." It worked. His words were my thoughts when I convinced myself that I was ok with what was already happening. I did not know how he would react if I told him to stop so I didn't. Now I get to see his smiling face at school and on facebook.

Work is tough. I sometimes find myself looking around, wondering, where are the good people? The empathetic people? People who ask how my mom is doing? I know that my search is futile there but then I go home and breath easy.