I had broken up with my bf of a few years. Actually, he broke up with me. It had been a destructive relationship anyway but that's another story.
So I was drinking a lot the day he broke up with me. Then I met some friends and we went to the pub.. so this person talks to us and says he will come with us to the other place. We go there for a bit then we want to head home and carry on drinking. He invited himself-kinda, and it wouldnt have been so bad, we know him cos he's a regular at the pub.
Except that night I woke up and my jeans were off and his hands were in my pants. I didnt do anything, and I hate myself for that. I feel disgusting and embarrassed. I don't mean to be an ageist but he was alot older than me. The sickest part is that I didn't know it was him first. My back was turned, and I honestly thought it was someone else. And then I looked at him and I was shocked and almost scared. I dont even know who I thought it would be. I don't feel like I was thinking at all then. I feel really stupid.
So I was drinking a lot the day he broke up with me. Then I met some friends and we went to the pub.. so this person talks to us and says he will come with us to the other place. We go there for a bit then we want to head home and carry on drinking. He invited himself-kinda, and it wouldnt have been so bad, we know him cos he's a regular at the pub.
Except that night I woke up and my jeans were off and his hands were in my pants. I didnt do anything, and I hate myself for that. I feel disgusting and embarrassed. I don't mean to be an ageist but he was alot older than me. The sickest part is that I didn't know it was him first. My back was turned, and I honestly thought it was someone else. And then I looked at him and I was shocked and almost scared. I dont even know who I thought it would be. I don't feel like I was thinking at all then. I feel really stupid.