But that IS the real end of the story! I called a good guy friend to complain about douchey, money-leech boyfriend, and long story short: we got married last June :)

Fuck that guy. Seriously. That's just horrible and I hope you aren't taking his awful words to heart.

I spent the entire day cooking a fantastic meal (burgundy wine beef stew, avocado/grapefruit/spinach salad, home made garlic bread and chocolate cheesecake.) I drove for two hours to a local winery to get a bottle of his favorite wine. I bought some cheesy action movies and put on my sexy lingerie, expecting an…

You win. That's just horrible. I'm so very sorry.

This is probably the highlight of my year

That's a good point, I don't really read fashion mags (flipping through in a waiting room doesn't count.) Maybe the ads just weren't aimed at me.

You took the thoughts from my brain and made them sound better.

Since when is a square jaw-line "jowls?" And when you smirk or smile, your eyes crinkle. Even underneath. That's not "bags."

In 2011, Kansas passed similar laws, which included regulating the type of light fixtures in the facilities. Even in this alarmingly red state, the option to have an abortion still exists; it's just harder to accomplish.

So the police work for the defense?

Have you been falsely accused of rape? I would appreciate your perspective, if so.

Person to person: Thank you.

It felt like they were gathering evidence for the defense. The questions sounded like they were trying to find reasons not to charge him.

It was awful. My scalp still hurts from the rape kit (they pluck hairs) and I had to answer questions after being awake for almost 30 hours. And walk through the police station, into the sex crimes office, looking like I had been dragged through the gutter. They took my husband into another room and questioned him…

When someone broke my car window, I called the police. They asked "What time? Do you know who might have done this?" Then they took a few pictures, and that was the end of it.

That's what I keep telling myself: It's my responsibility to make sure that at least one more person knows that "No" doesn't mean "Convince me."

Isn't that bullshit? Someone commits a crime against you, and that become justification for treating you like a child?

Why are you asking? I'm willing to answer your questions, but not if it's morbid curiosity or a search for a way to blame me.

There's a wonderful agency where I'm located that got to the hospital as soon as they could. A counselor called me today to check up on me. I'm so grateful that there are people who do this work.

Thank you for the work that you do. I don't believe that the detective or police officers were being at all malicious in the questions they were asking. I think they just didn't know.