Mood:  crushed out

It seems like no matter what I do, I feel guilty for being raped. And because I withheld this pain from my ex-fiance, he left me.

Since September of 2003, we've never picked up the telephone to speak to each other.

I called him just to listen to his voice on his answering machine; I left a message...he didn't holla back. I didn't tell him what happened in Vegas- (because what happens there stays there).

But I'm really, really sorry--and I never plan to get drunk again.

His final words to me: "When you walk away, you will not here me say "Please my baby, don't go." God forbid-but now I think I'm losing it.

Yours Truly 1girlnextdoor at 10:38 PM EDT

Updated: 15 May 2005 10:44 PM EDT

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