My experience with a disrespectful male happened in my own home. Where I should have been safe from "entitled" men. The only man entitled to anything about my body is my husband. Even then, I have the right to say no.
In the summer of 2011, one night when Larch was staying over at a friends house, I woke up to find a stranger at my window.
The window was open, as well as the blinds to let in the cool night air. I don't remember anything specifically waking me up. I just opened my eyes and heard someone at the window. At first, I thought it was Larch, trying to scare me or something. I think I may have said his name before remembering that he was probably drinking and smart enough not to drive home. Then, I realized the man outside my window was mumbling in Spanish. In lewd tones.And I could hear him, you know...touching himself.
In the summer of 2011, one night when Larch was staying over at a friends house, I woke up to find a stranger at my window.
The window was open, as well as the blinds to let in the cool night air. I don't remember anything specifically waking me up. I just opened my eyes and heard someone at the window. At first, I thought it was Larch, trying to scare me or something. I think I may have said his name before remembering that he was probably drinking and smart enough not to drive home. Then, I realized the man outside my window was mumbling in Spanish. In lewd tones.And I could hear him, you know...touching himself.
Lily was still sleeping in a crib. Right under the open window. I was in the bed and could see out the window. Well, not so much "see" because of the time of day, but in the morning I can see kids walk to school without sitting up. I wasn't wearing much. It was summer and it was hot and we have no air conditioning. I slowly pulled the blankets up to my chin and said "I think you better leave." He didn't leave. He finished, then left.
I was surprisingly calm. As soon as he took off, I grabbed the 12 gauge shotgun from the closet and called the cops. Then I freaked out because my husband and my dad both, weren't answering their phones. I turned on all the lights and smoked in the living room. Yep. In the house. While my kids were home. I wasn't going to go outside for all the money in the world. I only barely cracked the door to talk to the officer who responded to my call.
I was surprisingly calm. As soon as he took off, I grabbed the 12 gauge shotgun from the closet and called the cops. Then I freaked out because my husband and my dad both, weren't answering their phones. I turned on all the lights and smoked in the living room. Yep. In the house. While my kids were home. I wasn't going to go outside for all the money in the world. I only barely cracked the door to talk to the officer who responded to my call.
The pervert was never caught. I never heard any follow up from the police department. I would assume they cared. It only took 5 minutes for them to get to my house, and as soon as the officer got a description from me, he took off like he had just seen the guy walking down the street, which was very likely.
I'm fine now, but it took me a few weeks before I would let my husband touch me. MY HUSBAND. And a few more before I could change clothes somewhere other than the bathroom in the back of the house with a fogged glass window you can't see through.
I'm fine now, but it took me a few weeks before I would let my husband touch me. MY HUSBAND. And a few more before I could change clothes somewhere other than the bathroom in the back of the house with a fogged glass window you can't see through.
I should not be responsible for the actions of a man no matter how I dress. I should not have to double check the backseat of my car before I get in after work. And I most definitely, should not be objectified by a stranger in my own home.
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