I was a victim of date rape in college when I was 17 years old. I was so drunk I don’t even remember what happened. I just knew the beast who cornered me the whole evening was the married brother of my dorm mate. To hide my pregnancy from my parents, I asked to go to the province of my mother in the south and stay with my favorite aunt and “get to know life,” I said. I was a problem child, and they were only too glad to let me go. We’re five siblings; I am the only girl and the most spoiled.