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Extraction Summary
3
People
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Organizations
2
Locations
1
Events
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Relationships
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Quotes
Document Information
Type:
Personal narrative / witness statement
File Size:
2.25 MB
Summary
This document is a personal narrative from an unnamed woman detailing a dysfunctional past relationship. It focuses on a severe argument with her boyfriend about sexual incompatibility, his refusal to address her needs, and the emotional fallout. Although requested as an 'Epstein-related document', this specific page contains no direct references to Jeffrey Epstein, his associates, or related events, with the only potential link being the 'HOUSE_OVERSIGHT' Bates number.
People (3)
| Name | Role | Context |
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| Unnamed Narrator | Author / Subject |
The author of the narrative, describing a past dysfunctional relationship and a specific conflict regarding sexual sa...
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| Unnamed Boyfriend | Subject |
The narrator's boyfriend at the time of the events described. He refused to discuss sexual issues, calling cunnilingu...
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| Unnamed Best Friend | Confidante |
The narrator's best friend, whom she called for support after a fight with her boyfriend. The friend provided comfort...
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Organizations (1)
| Name | Type | Context |
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| House Oversight |
Indicated by the Bates number 'HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_018502' at the bottom of the page, suggesting the document is part of ...
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Timeline (1 events)
Undated ('mid-winter')
A major fight between the narrator and her boyfriend over sexual experimentation and her satisfaction. The fight escalated to him shouting at her, her leaving the house into the freezing cold, and eventually her confronting him with an ultimatum.
Boyfriend's House
Locations (2)
| Location | Context |
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The location of the fight, specifically in his room and on the suburban street outside.
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Where the narrator walked in the cold after leaving his house during the fight.
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Relationships (2)
The document details a rocky relationship with significant communication problems, particularly regarding sexual intimacy and satisfaction, culminating in a major fight.
The narrator called her friend for emotional support during a crisis, and the friend provided comfort and practical advice.
Key Quotes (6)
"too degrading"Source
— Unnamed Boyfriend
(His description of cunnilingus, despite the narrator performing oral sex on him regularly.)
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Quote #1
"I can't seem to not make him angry when I'm trying to discuss our relationship."Source
— Unnamed Narrator
(A quote from her journal entry from that time, indicating the relationship was already rocky.)
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Quote #2
"That's ridiculous. I love you, but I'm not going to read books in order to figure out how to have sex with you."Source
— Unnamed Boyfriend
(His response to the narrator's suggestion of using books to learn about her sexuality.)
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Quote #3
"I don't care about your satisfaction"Source
— Unnamed Boyfriend
(Shouted at the narrator during their fight.)
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Quote #4
"Okay, hon, you need to hang up and go back inside."Source
— Unnamed Best Friend
(Advice given to the narrator over the phone after she had been walking outside in the cold for an hour.)
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Quote #5
"If you're going to tell me that you don't care about my sexual satisfaction, then I can't do this anymore...."Source
— Unnamed Narrator
(The ultimatum she gave her boyfriend upon returning to his room after their fight.)
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Quote #6
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conversations he insisted that cunnilingus was "too degrading," an assertion he made with
a weird lack of irony, given that I was going down on him regularly.
a weird lack of irony, given that I was going down on him regularly.
As the years passed, my frustration deepened and I started thinking about experimenting
more sexually, but I was terrified of mentioning it. I didn't know what I wanted to
experiment with -- I really believed that I'd "already tried" BDSM, and that I didn't like it
-- but his initial rejection of mere cunnilingus didn't make me feel confident.
more sexually, but I was terrified of mentioning it. I didn't know what I wanted to
experiment with -- I really believed that I'd "already tried" BDSM, and that I didn't like it
-- but his initial rejection of mere cunnilingus didn't make me feel confident.
Finally, I got to the point of directly asking for sexual experimentation, and we had the
worst fight ever.
worst fight ever.
I recall that our relationship was somewhat rocky already. One of my journal entries from
that time contains the sentence, "I can't seem to not make him angry when I'm trying to
discuss our relationship." For this particular fight, we were sitting in his room reading
when I scraped together my courage and asked for his help in figuring out my sexuality.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" he demanded.
that time contains the sentence, "I can't seem to not make him angry when I'm trying to
discuss our relationship." For this particular fight, we were sitting in his room reading
when I scraped together my courage and asked for his help in figuring out my sexuality.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" he demanded.
"I don't know," I said, "but I think there must be some way to find out -- I don't know,
there have to be books?"
there have to be books?"
"That's ridiculous," he snapped. "I love you, but I'm not going to read books in order to
figure out how to have sex with you."
figure out how to have sex with you."
It got worse from there. I was crying within the first few sentences. At one point, he
outright shouted at me "I don't care about your satisfaction," at which point I said, "You
can't mean that," and he repeated it. Eventually, I simply turned around and walked out of
his room. I had nowhere to go; it was a long train ride to visit him, and the trains had
stopped running that day. It was mid-winter, and freezing cold. Crying, I put on my coat
and shoes and exited the house, onto his suburban street.
outright shouted at me "I don't care about your satisfaction," at which point I said, "You
can't mean that," and he repeated it. Eventually, I simply turned around and walked out of
his room. I had nowhere to go; it was a long train ride to visit him, and the trains had
stopped running that day. It was mid-winter, and freezing cold. Crying, I put on my coat
and shoes and exited the house, onto his suburban street.
I walked completely at random. I was hardly able to see. Fortunately, because it was so
cold, no one else was out and about. I muffled my sobs by bowing my head into my
collar. After fifteen minutes, I discovered my cell phone in my pocket and tried to call my
best friend, but she didn't answer. I was still walking around crying an hour later, when
she returned the call.
cold, no one else was out and about. I muffled my sobs by bowing my head into my
collar. After fifteen minutes, I discovered my cell phone in my pocket and tried to call my
best friend, but she didn't answer. I was still walking around crying an hour later, when
she returned the call.
She calmed me down and got the story out of me. It was the first she'd heard about my
inability to orgasm, and she didn't know how to advise me because she didn't have the
same problem. Also, it was obvious to both of us that trying to communicate with my
boyfriend wasn't working. It was obvious that there might be no way to successfully
communicate with him on this topic at all.
inability to orgasm, and she didn't know how to advise me because she didn't have the
same problem. Also, it was obvious to both of us that trying to communicate with my
boyfriend wasn't working. It was obvious that there might be no way to successfully
communicate with him on this topic at all.
Eventually, after she'd managed to quiet me into a trembling jellylike mass, my friend
said gently, "Okay, hon, you need to hang up and go back inside." She was right. So I
did.
said gently, "Okay, hon, you need to hang up and go back inside." She was right. So I
did.
When I stepped back into my boyfriend's room, he was still reading. I could sense from
the texture of our silence that he felt bad, though. I was exhausted, I felt like a stiff breeze
would blow me apart, but I told myself that I had to set a line. I was sure my voice would
waver as I made myself say: "If you're going to tell me that you don't care about my
sexual satisfaction, then I can't do this anymore...."
the texture of our silence that he felt bad, though. I was exhausted, I felt like a stiff breeze
would blow me apart, but I told myself that I had to set a line. I was sure my voice would
waver as I made myself say: "If you're going to tell me that you don't care about my
sexual satisfaction, then I can't do this anymore...."
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