Facing the truth is hard.
Sometime last year, I started hearing scary rumors. At first it was vague, little more than a general aura of badness around a certain person. Then the allegations started to come into focus. I didn't want to believe it, but I asked people in a position to know — and when I found out it was true, it felt like my insides had been scooped out with a melon baller. A good friend of mine, a man I loved and trusted, had sexually assaulted a woman.
I'm not going into details here. The survivor's story is her own to tell when and where and if she feels like it. She is not someone I know personally, and to the best of my knowledge, no charges were pressed. I don't have any interest in convincing you that the assault took place. All I want you to know is that I am convinced it did.
Read more at xoJane: IT HAPPENED TO ME: I WAS FRIENDS WITH A RAPIST
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