On the drive home, I felt like crying, but I couldn’t pinpoint why. My chest felt tight, and I wanted to change out of my clothes. Not only because I wanted to forget that date never happened — but there was a literal stain on my t-shirt. He’d never offered to let me clean up.
Lindy, I am so sorry for your experience.
I am also incredibly grateful you shared this with us, I am also 1 in 6. This is such an important message, especially to young women and teens, ever preteens.
I wish someone would have had this conversation/shared their experience when I was in high school, things may have been very different.
Thank you again, this makes a huge impact.