Title doesn't matter, either read it or don't.

My first year after college my ex-boyfriend raped me. I was a coward and I didn't go to the police. That was five years ago and I still think about it every day. I wish that I didn't, but I honestly don't know how to shake it. I want to talk about it, but there never seems to be a right time or person to talk to about it. I don't want my friends to know, and those that do know I don't want them to worry about me or anything. I don't want them to know I still think about it.

What bothers me more than the actual memories of what was on TV, the blinking time on the electronic clock or the smell of the sofa is that odds are he's probably either hurt another girl or he will in the future and I didn't do anything to put him away. I am angry, I am embarrassed, and I am ashamed - but I deserve it. I was a coward and no matter what I do now I don't think it will ever erase that from my mind.