*Trigger Watning. TMI*

So it's taken me almost 3 years to talk about this, but now I've been in a healthy relationship with a beautiful baby girl.

When I was 18 I enlisted in the Marines, and after I graduated I got to go back home for 10 days before heading back to training, my mom and I at the time had a terrible relationship so during that time frame she threw me out and one of my friends at the time offered me to stay at his place for the night. He was 4 (he was 26) ranks above me in the same military branch and always been part of my friend group, and just recently divorced living with 2 female roommates so I figured it was just a night and there weren't any hotels availanle nearby that had vacancies that I could über to, so I took the offer and headed over. The night started off casual he said he was gonna draw me a bath since I hadn't had one in 3 months, and get me a drink. So I get in the bath and he brought me a glass of wine with the bottle on the floor (which was half empty already, but I didn't think much of it) I drank my wine, and poured mysel another glass. Midway through the second glass I became very dizzy and felt tipsy. Although, i've always had a big mans tolerance for alcohol which was weird but I figured it was from the lack of drinking in the last 3 months in boot camp. He came back to check on me, ane I mentioned I didn't feel well so he hoisted me out of the tub and said I must have drank too much and proceeded to dump the rest of the wine into the sink. He dropped me naked in his bed, and I woke up the next morning naked and so was he at my side but I couldn't remember anything. The following day my mom allowed me to stay back at her house until I was due to leave to training, and at her house I began having nightmares from his room where I was staring at myself in his closet mirror as he forced himself unto me. I began to have more detail of what he did to me while I was awake, but mentally unaware. I decided I would go to my mom for advice as what to do next (she was Navy for 12 years), I thought she would want me to report him or tell someone something. Instead she said that's what happens when you sleep around and are so promiscuous. I never spoke of it again until I met my now husband, because that guy appeared on my people I may know on Facebook. He's still a marine, and so am I, and I've never seen him in person since that day. I even cut off the friends we mutually knew. I don't think I'm looking for any advice but had to finally tell people. Get it off my chest, before you ask why I chose to go unreported is due to the stigma in the marines where they call females names, and say we only have gotten to where we are on our knees. This is the career path I chose, and I hope my daughter never follows in mine or my husbands boots. She deserves better, I want her to know mom earned her place holding her head up high. Thank you if you actually read my story, I know its long.