“Is that what you wanted
to tell me? Because it’s not
good enough. You forced
yourself on her when she
said no and that’s rape.”
His turn to shake his head.
Like I said, I don’t take pride
in it, or in much of my life
at that time. I did drugs.
Did girls. Stole. Cheated.
Lied. The reason I joined
the army? A judge gave me
the choice—military or a long
time in jail. I’m glad now.
I got clean. Disciplined. Did
my time and went back, hoping
to maybe make up for before.
I WANT TO KEEP HATING HIM
But he sounds
reasonable
honest
apologetic.
I want to keep blaming him.
But somehow I
believe him
relate to him
almost forgive him.
I want to keep berating him.
But words don’t
make sense