I remembered today a recent memory repressed.
I recall how my scared mind yelled when it happened,
It is technically in!
Oh my God, it's gone farther!
It's technically not considered ****,
it didn't go very far.
But I felt things I've never felt before,
and I've done a lot of things.
If his underwear weren't there,
it would have been ****.
But his underwear was there,
still I felt my privacy and lifestyle intruded,
and I still don't know what to call that day.
This was the day he left me.
Possibly too much information, and I'm sorry. Needed to say this somewhere. I feel safe here.