When I was little, around five or six, I was assaulted by my mom's cousin. It's a memory that stayed dormant in my mind until my husband (then boyfriend) asked me if it had ever happened to me. I said no, but I felt my gut tell me something else.

I finally gained the courage to tell my husband about it nine months ago. I explained it to him via a letter because I was so scared to verbally tell him. He gave me the biggest hug and comforted me while I sobbed. Since then, I have come forward with it to some of my closest friends, and I am so happy that they have given me love and support as I continue to heal.

I know in my heart that I will have to tell my family sooner or later. I'm tired of this affecting me, but I am terrified to tell my family. The cousin who assaulted me is well off, and married with two children, and I have a feeling that the whole, "she wants to ruin his life" rumor would Start Some Shit.

I'm kind of rambling now, I know. I'm just so confused as to what to do next.