Were you really ever my friend?
P had been my friend since 2009 when I was 19. He was about ten years older than me, had a good job and was involved in the same friendship group as me.
We had a good friendship. He'd be there for me with bad break ups and many depressive episodes I suffered with. I'd probably see him nearly every week.
I enjoyed being his friend.
Sometimes it would be suggested that we could be more than friends. I always said no. I didn't feel that way about him and didn't want to ruin our friendship.
People would make jokes and others assumptions that I was his girlfriend. I still made it clear we were only ever going to be friends.
At a friend's birthday party I had a little bit too much to drink. The room was spinning.
I thought he was trying to help me. He led me to a dark corner where he tried to touch Me under my tights and then my knickers. I tried to move his hand but he was stronger than me. I didn't want it to happen. I had never wanted it to happen.
He left the party pretty quickly after that.I had to listen to people tell me how much of a great couple we'd make over and over again that night.
I felt like I could tell no body. No body would believe me.
Soon after I got a new boyfriend and P stopped talking to me. I sometimes see him at social occassions and he acts like nothing happened that night. So do I. I watch how all my friends tell him he's a great guy.
I thought he was my friend.