So, the story of the “rapist” goes like this: Met him at a party, turns out he recognized my last name. Go figure, right?!?! Ugh!!! Once he learned my name, he was VERY interested. And the reason he was interested? He dated one of my very distant cousins, a cousin that I hardly even knew. And as I would find out much later, “dated” turned out to be “dating”. They had a very tumultuous relationship and were pretty much still together when “Danny” and I first met. He of course stated otherwise. And I had no reason not to believe him. I was 20, and VERY naive. This was my first boyfriend. The first guy I ever brought home to my parents. And I was really falling for him.
Things seemed to be going really well. My parents seemed to like him too. But after about a month of dating, my dad got an early morning phone call that changed my life for about a year or so. The distant cousin that had dated “Danny”, had charged him with beating and raping her and he was now in jail. I had been with him the previous evening, but was home around 10pm or so. After I left, he left to go see her.
To make a very long story short, my parents told me that I was no longer allowed to see him and if I did, they would kick me out of the house. Well, I did continue to see him. I believed that he was innocent, I believed with all of my heart that I loved him, and I stood by his side. My parents found out and then I moved out.
The case never went to trial due to lack of evidence. She at some point admitted that she had lied and that he never beat or raped her. He joined the military, we got engaged, and soon after we broke up. And in the long run, he ended up marrying that distant cousin of mine that accused him of rape. They had a child and then eventually divorced!
So that’s THAT story! No bueno at all!!!