I never told you, because I knew you would hate us both. When I was still struggling with breaking up with him, I smoked a lot. I smoked a lot with a certain person and he kissed me. I didn’t stop him. Then he put his hands where I didn’t want them. I said no. I said that it was stupid. I said no. He laughed at me, and put his other hand over my mouth. I hated it and I hate him. I can’t act like I hate him, because we can’t tell you. I’m sorry for keeping it from you.