I parked and scanned the area for men.
Three that I’d have to walk through to get inside.
I’m uncomfortable but not ready to fight.
I walk in, scan the room.
My boyfriend isn’t there.
I am alone.
I sit down to make the call- “Where are you?”
No answer.
I call his friend… Who is at home asleep.
Meanwhile my throat gets tighter and tighter.
He calls back as I leave.
I am angry. I’m ready to fight.
And all they did was look at me as I walked in and out.
This is an exact event that happened tonight. It triggered me. I was scared and angry and hurt for being left alone. It was a miscommunication. But that one event sent me home crying and googling how to cope with PTSD triggers. My boyfriend still doesn’t completely understand, I don’t think. He was all like, “But you did it and you’re fine! That should be a good thing! I don’t get why it’s such a big deal.” I know it was a complete miscommunication and accident, but unexpected exposure when alone and outnumbered is borderline cruel.
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