But he luuuurved me!
I don't accuse him of rape, I merely accuse him of being the sort of arse who likes his women completely unable to recite the alphabet. I am sure I consented. I did talk, only I don't remember doing so.

He did actually see it as a valid relationship. What he did for all those months was a mixture of lovely and creepy.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 19:15, 1 reply)

Apologies.
I have a tendency to defend the less-than-social in a lot of situations, on account of being there myself sometimes.
Though, in your situation, I was more concerned that none of your family or friends noticed that you were drugged-off-your-face enough for them to worry about your relationships.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 21:41, closed)

A fair bloody point.
My parents were probably happy because he was pre-med.

As I said, he did some lovely things. If he were just about to stick his fingers in some drugged up girl, he wouldn't have dedicated so much time and effort to it.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 22:48, closed)