An open letter to my roommate (whom was home during the rape, but did not step in):
Although I wish that you had done something to save me, I do not blame you (even though I probably should).
I do not blame you for not realizing that I had been drugged, despite noticing how exceedingly (and dangerously) drunk I appeared.
I do not blame you for not growing concerned once you noticed that I wasn’t wearing any pants (in addition to the previous realization, especially considering that I am normally a very modest person).
I do not blame you for not asking if I was okay.
I do not blame you for leaving me crying and hyperventilating on the kitchen floor afterwards.
Nor do I blame you for not calling the police.
Although, I do blame you for never asking if I was okay in the days and months following.
And, I do blame you for not being a friend in the days and months following.
You had become my best friend, and I one of yours over the time we had lived together. I needed you after I had been raped, and you were no where to be found. Nor did you care.
You selfish fucking asshole.