So this is what they mean by date rape I thought as Stan reached for my blouse.
The phone rang.
Stan cursed and left me alone to answer it. I still could not move.
“It’s your mother,” Stan returned with the phone and a scowl.
“Cheri, come home. Now.” My mother sounded frantic.
I learned later that she’d been fixing supper when she was overcome by a sense of dread for me. She’d spent an hour trying to track me down.
Stan drove me home and dropped me off with a look of disdain.
Getting Dumped by the Guy
I should have been shocked or at least offended by this “close call.” Instead, I was embarrassed by my mother’s intrusion. And terrified that Stan was disappointed in me. I wrote to him more often, tried to sound more interested when he called, and longed for his next visit so I could prove how important he was to me.
But nothing was ever the same again. The more I pursued him, the more distant he became. During his next visit, he was barely civil as he broke up with me. I was devastated to lose my source of attention, affection, and approval.
Hoping (Still!) to Marry the Guy
I pined for a year, re-reading the dozens of letters, reliving memories of feeling so special to someone. As I prepared for college, word came through the grapevine that Stan would be attending the same university and considered me his “ideal woman.”
A second chance!
I couldn’t wait to graduate from high school and reunite with Stan in college. I’d thought we were meant for each other when we were dating, but now that we were in college, I was sure of it: He was the guy I’d marry.
Learning the Truth About the Guy
A few days after I’d moved in to my dorm room, a fellow freshman knocked on my door and introduced herself.
“Hi, I’m Jamie, Stan’s ex-girlfriend. Can I talk to you?”
Bewildered, I followed her to her room. I hadn’t realized Stan had dated someone else after breaking up with me. She did say “ex-girlfriend,” so that was a relief. He was back on the market again, and I wasn’t going to miss out on my second chance!
But once in her dorm room, Jamie showed me the pregnancy test she’d just taken. The positive pregnancy test. I stared, stunned.
Jamie told me about the various girls Stan had dated before he’d met me, while we’d been dating, and after he’d dumped me. Some had gone to live with relatives for nine months. Others had gone to abortion clinics.
Stan had used the same M.O. on all of us. He picked “good girls” who longed to feel special and showered them with attention, adoration, and gifts. Once he’d spent enough time and money, he expected a return on his investment. I was one of the few who had escaped with “just” a broken heart.
Finding the Right Guy
I met my future husband a few short months after learning the truth about Stan. I was grateful that neither my heart nor my body had been critically damaged by the con-artist I’d mistaken for the man I’d marry. In spite of ignoring many evident warning signs, I’d been spared the worst consequences.
As we started dating, Daniel took the lead in setting clear boundaries. I did not think they were laaaame. I saw them as clear evidence of his commitment to love, honor, and protect me long before we ever said “I do.”
Twenty-seven years later, the man who set boundarings when we were dating still loves me, still honors me, and still protects me.
I’m sure grateful I married the right guy!
If you’re a mom, what’s your take-away from my story?
If you’re a teen, what’s your take-away from my story?
How can we protect ourselves and our daughters from predators?