At least five months between six and seven. I’ve been feeling better.

I sent him a message.

I thought about it for quite some time (I mentioned it in “six”) — what I would say and why I felt the need to say it. I told him that his actions were “sexual assault”, words I hadn’t said to him before. I explained what that meant to me and what the consequences were. Initially I hoped that I would feel some sense of resolve, but was ready to still feel the same. I guess deep down I didn’t think it would actually work, for me, that is. But it did. I felt empowered. Like I had finally gotten it off my chest and said exactly what he’s been denying for so long.

I received a call and voicemail from my ex-best friend. The one that had maintained a close relationship with him, and that I cut off contact with a year ago. She acknowledged her selfishness. I found out later that it was a drunken phone call. That’s apparently all she could offer me. After all this time… a drunken call while on a smoke break. I still don’t understand people. For a split moment I wanted that friendship back. She was like a sister to me. But I have to remind myself of what I need from my friends and relationships.

I need common decency, common sense, and someone who can stand up for those who have been wronged. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for.

Basically I want someone who can say, “You’ve been assaulted by him/her? Ok, I don’t want a relationship with that person then.” It’s mind blowing how difficult that can be for some people.

I guess I’m interested in finding out where people draw the line. If you found out one of your dearest friends (say, you best friend of many years) assaulted someone, would you cut off all ties? Who gets a pass and who doesn’t in your book? Please, I would like to start an open and respectful dialogue about this.



As you can imagine, reading about sexual assault allegations in the news everyday can be quite triggering for victims of assault.

Last Monday I had a meltdown. That’s all I was reading and hearing about — victim’s stories of assault and the excuses the accused men have for their actions. It was all too much, it still is. I feel so much empathy for these women and men who have dealt with such trauma and am thankful and proud of their bravery. And I am disgusted and angered by the people who commit such acts and their bullshit excuses after.

That day I went through a handful of emotions, trying to figure out how I can get over this. I’d love to get to a point where I can hear about assault and feel anger and empathy without spinning out of control. Obviously therapy is something I need and should continue with on a more regular basis, but I feel like I need something more. Legal action crossed my mind, so did “going public” with my story to those in my social-media circle. But none of that really fits into my personality — I’m more of a anonymous blog sort of person. I guess this is because I’m afraid of what people will think, and how they will treat me after. I also thought about sending him a message, on the anniversary of the assault (later this month). My thoughts were, if I can’t forget, neither can he. But really, what would I expect to gain from that? I’ll keep that idea on the back-burner for now.

So, if there is anyone out there that has experienced this…. What makes it easier? What are some tools that you’ve found helpful with recovering, acceptance, and moving on?


I sometimes come across photos of my  ex-friends on social media. (The same ones that gave a pass to the man who assaulted me.) It’s always a weird feeling. Like peering into a life that I used to be a part of but have chosen to leave. Like I shouldn’t be seeing it because I’m no longer involved.

It was a black and white photo. She was petting a cat. Typical. She loves cats. She was wearing a sweater that I recently tried on at J.Crew. Coincidentally, I thought of her while trying it on, know that she would like it. I didn’t get it. It wasn’t me. 

After my assault, I moved. That was seven years ago and I haven’t been able to make friends like I used to have. I don’t know how to let people in. How can I? And how do you build relationships later in life? 

I’m struggling. That’s one thing I know for sure. 


It’s 11pm. I’m drunk. I can feel it. One glass of wine turned into four, and I began the process of going over the last seven years. Seven fucking years since it all fell apart, and I can’t confidently say that I feel any better. What if I hadn’t filed for divorce? What if I hadn’t embraced single life so quickly and slept with a few men? What if I hadn’t gone to that party? Would I not have been assaulted by my ex-husband’s “best friend”? 

I can’t keep doing this. Not tonight. All I can hope is that I’m not the only one not sleeping well tonight. 


I missed one of my best friends’ wedding this past weekend. Not because I couldn’t make it, but because our friendship has recently come to an end, and wasn’t invited. The friendship between my best-best friend and i also came to an end. Basically my “friends” are dropping like flies. 

When I was sexually assaulted years ago I had no idea how it would change my life. I wasn’t prepared. The loss I’ve experienced has been overwhelming for me. And for some reason I am the one that feels guilt. I feel guilty that when my best friends decided to maintain close relationships with the person that assaulted me, I made the decision to walk away from our friendships. Why the fuck do I feel guilty?! It’s frustrating. I miss my friends. I’m depressed. Angry. Irritated. Anxious. 

My therapist told me that I’m experiencing grief as if someone has died, and that it’s normal. She said that although my friendships died years ago, I just now had their funerals. 

I scheduled the funerals shortly after the Women’s March. When I found out that my best friend had attended the March with the p.o.s I was heartbroken, and really fucking angry. Like, who the fuck thought that was a good idea?! Ugh. 

Ending a 10-year friendship is hard. Actually, that’s an understatement, it’s fucking brutal. I go back and forth all the time wondering if I did the right thing. And unfortunately, I know that I did. I always communicated my feelings and they were never validated in the way that I needed them to be. This person was given a pass for sexual assault, and I feel like it’s pretty fucking obvious that that isn’t okay. It came to the point where I realized if I am going to be an advocate for other victims, I first have to stand up for myself. 


I’m at work. I love my job, but lately I’ve been wondering how possible it is for my eyes to roll completely out of my head? I’m so damn irritable. Everytime someone laughs, coughs, walks across the office, I want to scream. Oh, and god forbid anyone speak to me.

I’m angry often. And I go back and forth wondering if that is a good or bad way to feel. I have a right to be angry, about a lot of things. But that doesn’t make it feel okay. Sometimes I wonder if my feelings are valid. In the sense that there terrible and unfortunate events going on out there in the world and in comparison I’m totally fine — I am alive, I have a loving family, and a good job. But I know that’s not a healthy way to think. I am understanding and empathetic to others, and I need to do the same for myself. Right? I guess I just struggle with talking about my issues because I don’t want to come off as ungrateful for what I do have.

I’m very grateful. Things just feel really shitty right now.


I’ve deleted this page three four times now. It feels unnatural, self-absorbed, and I’m definitely too old for this.

But I just really need to get some shit out. I don’t feel good and I want that to change. I figured this could be therapeutic in some way. We’ll see.