Protect and Serve
I laid there under my blanket in my batman pajamas watching the Walking Dead, my wife had gone to bed and John had come over to watch the new episode because “his internet was out.” He moved to sit closer to me, lightly joking, before I knew it he was laying behind me. Anxiety began to wind it’s gnarly hands around me and I was frozen, what was he does? Why can’t I move? He began to move his hands around my body and kissed my neck. I wanted to vomit, say no, do anything… but I couldn’t seem to move. He put his hands down my pants and started rubbing my clit… I managed to squeak out “Stop, this isn’t right.” He didn’t. As his fingers went inside me, I was shocked back to life. I jumped up and ran into my bedroom where my sleeping wife lay and locked the door. Ashamed, I laid next to her that night, watching her sleep. Not knowing what to say or how to say it. This was my fault.