The parallels between Fifty Shades of Grey and my life as a teenager were unbelievable, even to me, and I was unprepared for the reconstruction of events that took place inside my mind as I watched the film in the darkened theater. My life as a teen didn’t include many of the sexual aspects such as those in Fifty Shades of Grey, but I would be lying if I didn’t admit that what I experienced and what I witnessed would cause a gasp of disbelief to escape the lips of at least a few grown women and cast a rosy glow upon the cheeks of many others. I suppose it was the burden of couples who had been together for any length of time that they must defend themselves against the rumors that they had ‘gone all the way’ sexually, but sex and rumors were the least of my worries. Their assumption, however, was a welcome distraction from the truth. While those who fueled the rumor mill were focused on when or if my boyfriend and I had crossed that virtuous line, I was covering black eyes and bruises the best way I knew how.
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