I have a confession to make. In my culture and bringing up and mental impressions the most precious thing that an unmarried woman carries is her virginity. And in due course of time, I had s** with a dude I was dating. I was in full senses. Turns out that the man is a son of b****, complete a****** and first class self-deluded- thats how I feel right now.
I feel very sad that how much value I put to my s******** is exactly how much he devalues his own and mine. The relationship is over, but I feel very ashamed and guilty.
I feel afraid of meeting my family members and answering a million questions. I feel like thousands of my ancestors are looking at me with questions.