Crosspost "I was falsely accused of rape and it’s changed me for the worse" from /r/TrueOffMyChest:

Back in February, I had an on/off intimate relationship with a girl who I met at a bar. She was beautiful, didn’t mind my bad smoking habits, and I really enjoyed my time with her. Over the following months, things were volatile, and it was clear that she had some mental health issues. She shared some traumatic experiences she had with people in her past, including her parents, I believed her.

I never saw coming what would happen next. There is a bar near where I live that I like to frequent, and have for a few years. The staff know my name and I like to play cribbage there and chat with friends. One night, things between us were cold. She had asked for $450 dollars that day, to which I refused, and our “vibe” was just not there. Unlike when we normally hang out, we had no sexual contact that night. She got drunk, and I went to bed sober. The next morning I woke up and started taking a shower. She made a comment that I was very taken aback by, that she was feeling weird and sore from the previous night, but that she was not accusing me. I was frustrated by he implication and dropped her off and said goodbye. On he way to drop her off she kept calling me a turtle and how I was going to turn out like Mitch McConnell. The last thing she said to me was “have fun not getting laid”.

I went to work, and as I arrived she texted me “say goodbye to (the bar you play cribbage at)”. At the time, I didn’t know what she meant. But I stopped by the bar later that day and she had been going around telling anyone and everyone who would listen that I had raped her, or at least heavily implied it. I had sat down for less than a second when a guy who she had just met tried to start a fight with me. After much drama, both this girl and I were banned from the bar.

Everyone who knows me knows I wouldn’t do something like this, but I’ve received death threats, dealt with altercations, and been shunned from establishments for something I didn’t do. People were stumbling over themselves to persecute a victim (me!!) because I was a man. These people had no idea who me or this girl was or what our relationship had been like. All the other women in my past would vouch for me, but it didn’t matter.

I feel so much resentment, anger, and bitterness. I want it to flow through me, buts it’s not. It’s staying there, I hate everyone who let something horrible like this happen. Fuck these gullible loser pieces of shit and their self righteous persecution of victims.

Posted by ToastedNutFlex | 19 July 2019 | Link