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"I used to talk this guy on social media ,turned us into situationship...having sexualconvo but then after few days my friend call me and told me that I'm talking to his bf ( obv. Idk anything about their relationship ) I wanted to talk to someone because just one month back my bf cheated on me with my high-school friend and then I met this guy ,but when I get to know about him ....I asked him to broke up but he was a psycho and he begged me not to leave him and i got manipulated because I started falling for him , days passed and it was my "first time " he knew since day 01 that I never do it . So forced me and I said no but he didn't stop and then after we had physical rlsp he left me after a week .....there was a twist - he used to say that we both studied together in 5 grade . I mean wowww . Now I never ever wanted to see his face"

'First time' and 'cheated' seem to echo your deepest fears and the rawest pain. It’s okay to feel the weight of 'never ever wanting to see his face'.

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