Hey,

So to start, I'm going to be quite vague, and try not to give away too much

So, story starts where I am dating the woman. We date for about a year and a half. The break up was messy, kinda sucked, but was a normal break up. One person wanted it, the other one didnt. Not the end of the world, we move on, stop talking, and life happens.

Move forward 7 months, I meet the most amazing woman on the planet. We hit it off immediately, become that couple that everyone is jealous of because you are so close. We are together for about 2 and a half years, and while every relationship has some bumpy moments, it was as close to perfect as it gets. I propose to her, shes my person, the only one on the planet that I would ever want to face the world with. Literally I tell her, its me and you against the world, and you are the only one I let this close.

WE fast forward a few more months, we decide to move to a city that she loves, and that she wants to go to grad school in. Great, sounds amazing to me. We pack up and move. My ex, who lives about 3 hours away from this city, doesnt really like this idea. I get a call in Feb, its the police from the city that I am from.

Do you know "Blank". I respond with yes. The cop then tells em she has accused me of sexual assault. Now, I am pretty shocked, and hurting, considering the accusation is from 5+ years ago, and they can only give me a 2 month window as to when it could happen.

So I am shocked, but I live life as best I can. This is until I fly into where I am from and get questioned. It feels very guilty until proven innocent. It feels like the cops asking me already know that I did it, even though its not something that I would do in a million years.

So I get back home, and thats when it hits. I fall into a deep sea of depression. I fall into not even being able to sleep in bed beside the woman I love, because I begin to have panic attacks. WE have sex, and those are the worst panic attacks I could ever have. They are to the point where I am hyperventilation so much i feel like IM going to pass out. We deal with this all for 6 months, I am barely a functioning human being, she is clearly not happy, and I say we need a break, so that I can get healthy, and you can find some happiness. Finally, 2 months after that date, I get a message from my lawyer saying the crown is going to drop the case. Now, I have been in therapy for 2 months, feel much better about myself, but my ex fiancee, and myself are moving away from each other.

People asked me the day that it got dropped to go celebrate. I ask what am I celebrating? The fact that im not going to jail for something I didnt do? The fact that this woman has taken almost a year of my life, my mental stability, and the love of my life away from me, with 0 consequence?

THats my rant. Thanks for listening.