I’m over it now but I dated one of my teachers, 15 years older than me. Now I graduated and I can just forget about this a****** for good, thank god, but I’m seeing stuff on social media and I have a feeling he’s repeating the same process with an underclass woman of mine. I’m scared she might suffer the same way I did, be manipulated by him and broken. I don’t know how to tell her about it, because it would also reveal that we dated for a while. I just hope I’m wrong and she’s not falling for the same b******* I did.

I wish I didn’t date him, I wish I didn’t fall for this coward, I wish I could erase all of this and concentrate on the present, on my new lover who has dark secrets like me, who understands me and who I understand. I wish it didn’t all sound like those stupid soap operas because people might not believe it.

But in a way I should be thankful that it all sounds like those stupid rom coms, which I hate, because it allows me to dissociate from all of this and laugh about it rather than suffer from it. I can concentrate on what’s real, and now, and not what used to be.

Before telling you this I used to feel ashamed, angry, sad, and remorseful. This confession helps me feel better about it all. Writing it out, it does feel like telling a tall tale… But I can finally let go, just like this relationship was like a bad lie that shouldn’t have been told in the first place.

And I’m sorry if it’s lengthy and wordy but it honestly really helps.