But, He Can't Handle the Truth
There were exactly two times on the trip with the guy who assaulted me that I tried to talk to him about what happened. Both times, I got a clear message "He can't handle knowing the truth." So, I tried to protect him. That was the start of the lies. The first time I tried to confront him on what happened was the very next day after it happened. We had two long car rides that day-one early that morning to Indiana and one to Chicago late that evening. I tried my best to enjoy our time in Shipshewana (a place he had requested to go to by name). Then, on our way to Chicago, I finally gained the courage to tell him what I was experiencing. I started the conversation "So, I really need to talk about what happened last night." Immediately, he began crying and talking about how he was in love with a guy he had a secret affair with and that guy left him. He told the whole story of how they met, how they kept it a secret, and how the guy had left him to be with the w...