>>454673Don't worry, I've been in therapy for a long time since then. I was lucky enough to be in therapy as it was happening otherwise I would have most likely tried to stay "friends" with these people.
>Who cares if they call you a bitch or other names.I am way too sensitive to this kind of thing and it's the main reason I have a hard time with boundaries, but the older I get, the easier it becomes to not immediately internalize what someone else says about me. I wouldn't wish being a doormat on anyone, ever, especially not a woman.
>>454674I was pretty emotional while writing my earlier post. I don't disagree with you. I think you've misunderstood me, though, because my experience isn't maintaining that my conscience is clean–if anything I feel very much guilty, complicit, and responsible for what happened. I can't really make it any more clear that I wish that I had not conducted myself in the manner that I did. Any mention of potential explanations for how I behaved aren't excuses, they're just explanations. Nothing exists in a vacuum.
One guy was implying suicidal ideation, shoving me around into furniture, and being extremely cruel and generally unstable, so I felt morally obligated to try to be there for him even at the expense of my own safety and integrity, but obviously that was foolish of me given how he behaved. With that said, I'd like to make it clear that there was no sex with either of these men. We never even kissed. One of them would just forcibly grope me before I cried and ran off, and there was one time where that same guy made me a way too strong drink, I blacked out, and I woke up to him with his hands shoved down my pants. And that was when I knew I couldn't see him again. With the other guy, it was moreso him backing me into a corner to force me to listen to his sexual fantasies for the sake of his "mental health," always implicitly threatening suicide and hurting himself if I did not allow him to "get things off his chest." To me, both of these messed up dynamics felt close enough to cheating, regardless of coercion, that I needed to confess it to my then-boyfriend (who told me I was silly to be so distraught about whether or not it was cheating when I was being abused, but my head felt and stil
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