I remember that night, and my insides tremble.
It was twenty-six years ago, about this time of year. Cool breeze brushed against my skin as my best friend and I walked down the street, to a friend’s party just around the corner. Anticipation jogged my heartbeat faster because I knew he would be there. It was that guy — the one who flirted with me in Spanish class, the one who threatened guys in the hallway that I stared at a little too long. He was handsome, funny, forward, and like no one I had ever known. My fifteen year-old self was taken with him for all the wrong reasons, but taken nonetheless.
We walked through the front door of the “party-house,” my friend and I, and we were greeted Cheers-style by a room full of familiar faces and Hellos. The soiree had been partying for hours already. Music blared, hip-hopping from the stereo’s speakers. A faint hint of cigarette smoke from the patio had made its way inside the living room. Crushed Bud Light cans littered the trash can almost to the brim. Lively conversation filled the house, and everyone had a drink in their hand.
The only other thing I remember happening that night was the upstairs part. The part where he asked if he could speak to me, alone, away from all the noise. It was something really important. [Read more…] about Why Every Mom Needs to Hear Dr. Christine Ford’s Testimony on Thursday