Junkfan, I only write to relieve myself. I don't need pity. I know you aren't pitying me either.
By the way, heartbreak is expected on these sites. As I've read one of your stories, which somehow depressed me, as I see it, I couldn't meet anyone online, as I've met someone on AOL at 12 years old and after we'd met, I never saw him again. After two phone calls upon the time I thought he'd made me pregnant, I never saw nor heard from him again. I believe he was a human trafficking victim, only because I saw the man who'd brought him to my house 10 years later, at the train station, who'd flashed me, as I was looking the wrong way for the train. Obviously, the man looked like he was about 45 or 55 years old and you cannot age much between that time frame. He was speaking to another man. The thing is that working on this puzzle, my then boyfriend told me that before me he dated another female who was lighter than me and had the same hair and height. The problem is that one day as I was going into the elevator, 2 women came in on I believe the third floor. There was a total of 4 of us in the elevator. When they were leaving, one of them told me "tell your friend next to you to go and take a shower", who was from India and an electrician for maintainance in the building. We weren't even friends. They were in nursing uniforms, with nursing badges, yet in return, I NEVER EVER SAW THESE TWO WOMEN AGAIN AT THE HOSPITAL, AND I WAS A VOLUNTEER FOR THE LONGEST. The other woman looked like she could've been his girlfriend as she was light and she'd had the same hair and height as me.
I figured he was human trafficked amongst them, which really hurts because he was the only actual person who ever loved me and made me feel like a human. For after him, I could look at no other man, and kept away from pursuing a relationship with another after he'd left me. I waited so many years for him to come back to me, but he never did. I figured he was some sort of illegal immigrant without parents who was brought to the USA and human trafficked amongst his adoptive family. I believe that they thought about human trafficking him amongst others, but they knew they would've been caught by the eyes of the law. The thing is that they most likely manipulated him, so he had to keep quiet. I figured that he was an immigrant only because I solely believe that they murdered him. I've learnt that God sends His Angels down for a reason, to protect and guide another. I cried for so many years, from since he left me at 12 years old, all the way to when I was 19 years old. I could look at no other male. He changed my life for forever and I Praise Jesus for Him, he just so reminds me to pray, as I haven't for a while now...
As a young pre-teen, I lost my virginity to a guy who raped me. He was 12 and I was 11. He just so happened to be "THE GODSON OF THE LOCAL HINDU TEMPLE" that my Grandmother'd attended. Upon being raped, and blaming myself even though I was threatened, I lost a tremendous, tremendous amount of respect for myself, and learnt that my Virginity was something I could never get back, even if I hadn't bled or felt any pain. I was with another guy after the rape and then finally, my last fallen love, who made the difference. My Father never told me to "play it safe", he told me to study my books, that in being a young lady I was to have my period and bleed. This was something my Foster Mother never told me, as she had her 2 boyfriends and one of their entire families molest and drug me. My Father was the one who'd made the difference, but I couldn't tell him that I was raped, as the guy who raped me was in a gang called "Decepticon" or the "Decepts". I hated myself for having the guy rape me, as I wanted only to make my Father proud even in the hell I was going through.
At the time I met him, I didn't think that he may have been human trafficked and if he was, I would've ran away with him and we would've died together because he was the only light at the end of the dark tunnel for me, as everyone around me codemned and hated me. I only started to figure out that he may have been human trafficked around four or five years back or after the time I saw the man that brought him to my premises.
We've lived a similar story. We can relate. The thing I learnt is to NEVER EVER AGAIN MEET ANYONE OFFLINE, as it could lead to major heartbreak and possibly loss of life.