I was scared to tell you. I was afraid you’d hate me for “having sex” with your husband. He and I were best friends, you and I were never close but I thought of you with respect. July 31st 2017, I will never forget the day he took my trust, my body and crushed my soul. That day I cried and cried. I wanted to die... I still do. I managed to somehow pick myself up and keep living. I got enough to courage on January 1st 2018, I told you exactly what happened... you thanked me for opening your eyes. Told me how angry you were... DID YOU EVEN MEAN IT? Do you think about your daughter or that baby you’re carrying in your womb?? Why are you still with HIM? He does not deserve a family. He deserves to suffer, he deserves to feel like the monster he is. He shouldn’t feel like some almighty guy up in the clouds will forgive him every time he rapes... so what does it feel like for you? To knowingly and willingly sleep next to a rapist? What does it feel like to know your daughter sleep a door away from danger?