When she was six years old, a boy pulled her hair.
"it's because he likes you", her parents said.
When she was ten, a boy grabbed her arm and wrestled her to the ground.
"That's just how boys are", teachers explained.
When she was seventeen, a boy smacked her ass in public.
"ooh, he thinks you're hot!", her friends told her.
When she was twenty two, she came to work with a black eye.
"It's because I love you", her boyfriend claimed.
And she believed him.
After all, how could she not, when all her life, people around her had romanticized abuse?