It has been two weeks since the night Ash tried to rape me. I don’t like saying rape but that is technically what it was. I did say no, and she still tried to force it on me. Maybe she didn’t hear me say no because she was so caught up in the moment? Maybe she didn’t hear me say no because she didn’t want to hear it? Or maybe she was right and she didn’t hear me say no because I never say it so she wasn’t listening for it? But she at least should have looked up at me when I started to push her away. I know that if she started to push me away I would stop in an instant to see if she was ok. Whatever it is, it’s over and done with now. It is in the past so I need to stop dwelling on it.

The next day after she came home, she has been acting like the woman that I fell in love with. She is back to my Ash. The Ash that I have missed so much.

I was sitting in the living room on the sofa just flicking through the channels when I heard the front door open and close. I was apprehensive to see what she was going to be like when she walked through that living room door.

I hear the living room door open but I don’t look away from the TV screen. I don’t know if I really want to look at her right now. I don’t think I even want to hear what she has to say.