So in high school I had a boyfriend who was very touchy. We made out, which I was fine with, but then he started pushing the limits. It got to the point where he’d start touching my breasts and trying to get to my other lady parts, and I wasn’t okay with that. I’d tell him I wasn’t comfortable and to stop. At first he would respect that. Then it got to the point where he would tease me and try to keep going. Eventually, we were making out one day and he was groping my breasts before his hand slowly moved down and he stuck it in my pants. I tried to get him off and told him to stop. I said no and that I didn’t want to do that. He’d say stuff like “I know you really like it” or “I know you’re just teasing” or “I know when you say no you mean yes.” He made me feel like I was lying to myself and that I like it but said no because I would feel guilty about my religious standards. I ended up staying with him for a while longer before realizing that he was in the wrong. He molested me and went against what I wanted and said. My husband is one of the only two people who know. My parents never found out. Sometimes I get flashes of what happened and I feel guilty it went on for so long. I’ve been lucky that it hasn’t affected my sex life with my husband, but I feel horrible that I wasn’t “clean” or “pure” (even though I was a virgin) when we met.

Sorry it was a long post. I just needed to get it off my chest. I’m honestly not even sure all of this is what I wanted to say or even how I wanted to say it... but it’s out now.