For the other one. The man who told me that loving me, he understood what a heroin addict must feel. He told me that I was the sanest woman he's ever been with. And where is he now? Married to a standby, in a safe, boring little life. Sad, him.
"I am not a possession to be passed off from father to husband." If someone loves me and wants to spend their life with me, they should damn well know that the only permission they should be asking is mine, as I am the only person with the power to decide how I want to live my life. If you're seeking my dad's permission to marry, you damn well better be planning to marry him.
"I’m wearing a shirt that reads 'Kill Me'. If you saw me at a party or on the street would you promptly murder me? What about if I had a few drinks? What if I was walking alone at night? The cops wouldn’t overlook your crime because of what I’m wearing because that’s silly. I wasn’t literally asking for you to kill me based on my choice of clothing. So, why is it okay to rape someone because they’re wearing 'promiscuous' clothes? Why does THEIR choice of clothing excuse THEIR attacker?"