The process was humiliating, draining, and terrifying.
I felt betrayed. If only he had told me this prior to us meeting.
I didn't learn until years later that I was wrong.
I was so desperate for male attention that I didn’t notice the warning signs as they came along. But I should have.
My mother was a superhero to others, but no one saw what happened behind closed doors.
I decided to report his profile for harassment. I wasn’t trying to be petty. I just couldn't bear the thought of him hurting another woman like he'd hurt me.
The moment she finished telling me everything that happened to her, the shivers started to creep up my body.
All in all, he seemed nice and eager to help me with my faith. I completely trusted him. After all, he was well-known for his piety.
I thought it was completely normal, until I realized that I'd lived my whole life as a lie.
I know I am a strong woman that refuses to take their shit, but on the other hand, I really need this job.
I can work five times harder, but it still won’t matter. I’ll still be the Black girl who gets pushed out of the spotlight to make room for Billy and Becky.
Let’s start with the moment I confessed my love for him.