This usually happens, when the victims were, too young, to know any better, and, they were, raped, by someone they looked up to, trusted, even, loved…
When love was mistaken for love, each and every time you were hurt, you’d think, that the perpetrator was, doing it, out of love toward you, but, s/he actually isn’t!
When rape was mistaken for love, this, is very hard, to SNAP out, especially when you’d been, raped by someone you trusted, like a parent or a stepparent, and, because you have to survive, your mind will put up this, protective blockade, to prevent you, from further experiencing the pains, until when you’re older, one day, and, everything will come, tumbling down, and, everything that had been, previously suppressed, all comes, flooding back up again!
When rape was mistaken for love, yeah, how can an ACT of VIOLENCE be considered love again? You do NOT hurt someone you love, whether or not you did or did NOT mean to, and, making those god DAMN apologies??? Well, that would be, wrong AND unnecessary here!
Life, the Obstacle Course 