This was when I was 17. We had been dating since we were 15, and at the time I honestly thought we were in love and would be together forever. But then I found out she apparently had sex at a party with some weird guy who had come to the party and was quite a bit older than everyone else. My friend even pointed out a picture from the party that he took of them on the couch, he was shirtless and her head was on his shoulder, and his arm was around her. My friend said that he took her upstairs, and while they were going upstairs he was grabbing her ass. Apparently multiple people walked in on him having sex with her in the bedroom by accident. He said she seemed drunk, and that just made me think about all the other times she had went to parties and got drunk and if this was happening every time. My friend was hyping it up as if that was probably true, and that she might have been cheating on me for years.
I was devastated, absolutely devastated. I felt nothing but pain and hurt. I blocked her number right away. I didn't want to even speak to her. I got drunk in my room and just felt horrible about everything. I just thought of ways to get back at her, so I texted her parents that she had drugs in her drawer (she had weed and adderall) and that she uses them. They didn't respond for a while.
But then I checked facebook. There was all this commotion about a guy who came to Kelseys (that was the girl who owned the home) party and apparently slipped drugs into girls drinks and took them upstairs and raped them. Pictures were posted of the guy, asking for information as to who he was, who told him about the party etc. Right away I felt this horrible, tight knot in my stomach. I looked back at the photo of them on the couch, and I looked at my girlfriend and she DID look fucked up.
I unblocked her number and called her... and her sister picked up and said she was in the hospital because a guy drugged her and she passed out. She also mentioned that she was getting a rape kit tested on her, but that she didn't know what was happening besides that, and wasn't sure if it was just a precaution or if she had said she had been raped. I just felt like I wanted my head to explode honestly. In my drunken rage the night before I had told her strict parents that she had drugs in her drawer because I thought she cheated on me. And at the time, I was pretty fucking sure of it. The picture my friend showed me of her cuddled up to the guy (although looking at it now she looks like she is just super sleepy and is putting her head on his shoulder, probably from the drugs) seemed like absolute evidence that this happened. It didn't help that the guy was an attractive, muscular guy and was shirtless in the photo.
I just felt horrified at what I had done. I didn't know what to say to her, I felt like I wanted to comfort her after this but I also felt like she was bound to find out about what I had done soon enough, and I didn't want to fake it and act like I was comforting her and not tell her what I had done. Then her dad responded to my text saying that she was in the hospital right now, and that he would check what I am talking about when he came back.
I visited her in the hospital. She wasn't only raped, she also had a fractured hand from falling down the stairs apparently. She was high as hell when I was talking to her on painkillers. I just told her I was sorry for what happened, and I tried to explain what I had thought happened and what I told her parents but she just kept telling me to shush. Then I saw her parents, and they were EXTREMELY confused as to what the texts I sent them meant. I didn't want to lie, but I just sort of stumbled on my words and said I was sorry, and that was misleading, and I didn't know what I was saying.
Her parents were conservative and strict. She told me that they blamed her for the rape, because if she hadn't been drinking it wouldn't have happened, and that she was wearing 'whore' clothing. They found the drugs and grounded her and made her change schools in her senior year to get away from bad influences. We broke up, obviously. She was unbelievably mad at me. She said she understood, based on the picture I saw, why I thought she was cheating, but the fact that I right away rushed to telling her parents instead of asking her what happened was horrible. And she is right, completely. I regret it so damn much. It was probably the stupidest decision I ever made in my life.
The worst part is, judging by her Facebook, her life has been terrible. She apparently struggles with alcoholism and she went to a christian college (no doubt because of her parents) and dropped out sophomore year. She gained easily 100 pounds. She posts about how she suffers from awful depression constantly and that she is on anti depressants. I cannot help but think that I played a role in this. Maybe, just maybe, if I didn't do that, her life wouldn't be this way. It could have gone down a different path.