I was raped as a child. I don’t remember very much, just bit and pieces. As a result of the trauma, I developed a serious dissociative disorder; one that literally effects every aspect of my life. It effects so much in fact, that I really don’t even talk about it on this blog, because if I did, that’s all I would talk about.
You and your friend are probably older than children, so let’s talk about something more “relevant”. I was also raped in college. Thanks to my dissociative disorder, I remember saying, “No, no, please stop! I don’t want to!” Then when I came to, my clothes pants/underwear were off, my shirt was ripped, and I had bite/scratch marks on my body. The guy who did it told me that I should have said no more times. I had class with him for a year after that.
What you said to your girlfriend, do you understand what that means? I assumed you didn’t, so that’s why I shared that little overview with you. If you hate her so much, then stop being friends. Period. And stop saying horrible shit that you better damn well know now is horrible.