As I am gaining courage telling friends about my abuse, I am finding out who my true friends are. Most are appalled that I could have experienced such a tragedy. Most are so overwhelmingly supportive that sometimes I don’t know how to thank them. It is always so nice to be reassured in my healing process that it is OK to feel the way I do. Sadly, there are one too many that have ended our friendship.
I know that if someone ends my friendship in such a time, they were not really my friend. However, that doesn’t stop my heart from hurting knowing that I lost another friend over what this idiot did to me. Why am I the one being punished? Why am I the one that has to bear the stigma of rape? Why am I the one that is embarrassed? I shouldn’t be, but I am.