This post deals with abuse and sexual assault and might be triggering for some readers.
My abuser was someone I once considered a friend. We started our friendship at work where he glowed as a colleague with his funny and easy-going personality. We laughed a lot while we worked together; he really did a fantastic job of getting me to "let my hair down" around him.
After a few months of working at this firm, the entire office decided to go out drinking together after hours. It was here at the bar across the street from our office where my friend’s playful tendencies crossed a line.
When he and I went to the bar to order another round, he said something to me about the way my body looked, and how I’d look better if I worked out.
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"No offence, I just think your dress would fit you better if you gained some muscle."
I was humiliated. I stared at him, speechless.
This was my closest friend at work. I knew he would never say anything to hurt me. Maybe I was just being too sensitive, I wondered.