Steven, no other man has been able to reach me when I’m like this. And I feel that it’s time for me to be honest with you. I know I should’ve opened up to you sooner, but I wasn’t sure if yourself or I was ready to talk about certain things.

Well baby, that’s what I’m here for, Steven said maintaining his strong posture but a little worried underneath.

Um, Theresa said with her eyes wandering all over Steven’s face and chest but not in his eyes. I’ve never told a man about this, Theresa said placing her hand on Steven’s chest, moving her fingertips slowly up and down. This is so hard she said continuing with her hand trying to get it out.

Becoming anxious, Steven encouragingly grabbed her hand and said that it was okay. Just say it baby.

I was sexually abused, Theresa said immediately after Steven said baby.

Ah baby, Steven said grabbing Theresa and placing her head into his chest stroking her hair. Is that all Steven said with a sigh of relief. I’m not belittling the situation but this is definitely something that we can work through.

There’s more Theresa said lifting her head from his chest, her face was wet from crying against his chest.

A troubled look now overtook Stevens’s face of relief.

Theresa began contemplating if she should have opened this bag of dirty laundry, but she knew she had to get this burden off of her chest. It happened when I was I was eight years old but I didn’t start acting out the affects that it had on me until I was 15.

I don’t understand Steven said with a concentrated look on his face.

I became very promiscuous. I don’t want to go into details but I did things that a self-respecting young lady shouldn’t have done.

I’m really lost here Steven said removing his arm from under Theresa’s head. I mean what’s bringing all this on now?

For a long time I fought this side of me.

Steven sat up on the edge of the bed.