I hate my rapist.
I hate anyone who told him this is something we could work out. I hate anyone who told him what he did was "bad, but not that bad", or that because I was his wife, he didn't do anything wrong. I hate anyone who says I need to get over it, because "it's not like he pinned me down". I wouldn't spit on them if they were on fire. I don't forgive a one of them.
I hate anyone who has ever said "awww, you don't hate him; you loved him" Fuck those limp dick bitches. I hate anyone who has ever said "you need to forgive him to move on"
I burn with a hatred I've never felt before. I'm fucking worth something. My YES is worth something. My NO is worth something. I have value, and I will never make myself smaller to please a man again.