he did it because he loved me.

the story that ended too soon. 

at age 5, a boy in my class told me he liked my drawing, and then pulled my hair. i went home upset and confused about why he did that. i told my parents, and they told me

“it’s ok darling, he did it because he likes you”

age 8 – he told me he was having fun playing on the playground with me,  then he pushed me off the slide.

he did it because he liked me. 

age 10 – he told me he liked the way my hair looked, then he told me i was fat.

he said it because he liked me. 

age 13 – he smiled and waved to me from across the room, then he laughed with his friends about how my body looked.

he did it because he liked me. 

age 17 – he told me he thought i was beautiful and i was the one for him, then he forced himself inside of me and held my arms down so i couldn’t move.

he did it because he liked me. 

age 21 – he told me he wanted to marry me someday, then he slapped me and called me a bitch.

he did it because he liked me. 

today, age 25 – he told me he loved me. then he stabbed me. he has left me lying on the bathroom floor, in a pool of my own blood. i can feel my last breath getting closer, but it’s ok..

he did it because he loved me. 

STOP VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN

We need to stop teaching our children that if boys are mean, it means they like you.

It is never too late to reach out and get help for yourself or someone you care about.

casey xo

GET HELP

NZ – ARE YOU OK , Womens Refuge

AUSTRALIA – Respect

USA – Stop VAW

UK – End Violence Against Women

INTERNATIONAL – World Heath Org

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