Wearing My Big Girl Panties

On a night, when I should have gone home, a man took me to a bar, grabbed me by my pussy and told me I was a fine piece of ass. I tried to get his hand off but he was to big and strong, he had me against a wall, he kissed my face as I shook my head to avoid him kissing me on the mouth. He let go of my pussy, grabbed the small of my neck and walked me outside. I thought for a moment I could run away, but it was a wasted thought. Sex came fast and dirty, with a warning to put out and shut up.

All these years later I think of that night, the night I was taken by this man. I have asked myself, discussed with more than one therapist, why I am unable to forget it. I have given up, in that sense he owns me, and always will. A woman's place I guess. It comes with the territory. Make lemonade, accept what is real. It's the one way to move on. I want children and a home, with this man.