u/Addie_meadows

Idk how to share ss here so I'm js copy pasting the texts here. I Got text from him AGAIN after I'm literally shaken.

D: Please can we meet n talk? Yeah, I messed up i did things i shouldn't have, and i'm really sorry for that. I'm not tryna force anything, just wanna take accountability n explain myself.

D: Text me the time n place whenever you're ready i'll be there.

Me: Leave me alone. Do not contact me again. I've made my decision, I will not meet you in person. Don't text or call me from any number. I'll block you instantly, and if you keep trying, I'll take legal action for what you did the other night.

I told him I'll also tell N (22M) my sibling and B (23M) his sibling about SA.

D: I'm really sorry I was drunk tho that's not an excuse. Let me explain when we meet please give me one chance to talk I value our relationship. You're the closest to me I don't want to ruin us.

Me: Mannnn I salute your audacity fr why am I even entertaining your bs… fuck off.

And I blocked him. For backstory read this

Hey, I'm posting this here as well after sharing this on different communities as this app feels like a safer option right now to rant this rather than seeking professional help. I couldn’t share this with my friends or family out of fear of judgment, but I need advice and I'm a mess rn.

I (24F) and my cousin D (28M, my father’s sister’s son) were always on good terms. Growing up, we were both chill, outgoing, and goofy. During our school days, we used to meet once a year during summer break at our grandparents’ house. As a 10-year-old, I was innocent and had no understanding of inappropriate touch. Sometimes things felt weird with him, but I brushed it off, thinking I was overthinking. He was considered one of the nicest guys in the family, and I believed he saw me as his sister. (He doesn’t have a sister.)

Fast forward to December 2021: I joined university and, for safety reasons, ended up in the same college as him since he helped me a lot. He was my senior and had a girlfriend at the time (let’s call her S). She was also his classmate, and we became good friends since we stayed in the same girls’ PG for two years. We shared common interests, like reading.

From the outside, they looked like the perfect couple, and I genuinely felt happy for them. D and I often talked about academics, jobs, future plans, and relationships, and we were pretty open and chill. One day, while talking with S about relationships and conflicts, she accidentally mentioned that D could hit a woman. I laughed it off at the time, thinking he never would. Back then, he seemed like a perfect brother figure and a gentleman to me.

Fast forward again: they broke up in 2024. In October 2025, I still had one year left to complete my degree, so I did my final-year internship back in my state. We ended up living together as roommates in a 3BHK apartment, along with my sibling (22M) and his brother (23M). We split the bills and everything.

One night, both our brothers were out. D and I were watching a movie like we used to. We were both drunk, and he initiated something sexual. Things happened while we were both intoxicated. The next morning, I felt so ashamed that I pretended nothing had happened. I assumed he regretted it too, so neither of us brought it up, and we continued living like nothing happened. I was too ashamed to talk about it, and I think he was too. Honestly, I don’t remember much from that night, so I buried it in my mind which I now realize was a mistake.

A couple of weeks later, I missed my period. At first, I thought it was due to stress and workload, but when I tested, it came back positive. I informed him. He got me a test kit again and stayed involved in the process. I tried to terminate the pregnancy with pills, but it didn’t work, and I had to undergo an MVA procedure.

While I’m grateful he didn’t abandon me and was physically present, I received no emotional support from him like he used to give me as a brother and friend. I was terrified, alone, and couldn’t tell my family or friends. He acted like it was all my fault, even telling our siblings I had “period complications.” During my hospital stay, he even used the situation to portray himself as a caring brother to someone he was talking to at the time. That hurt me deeply and made me question whether he was always this opportunistic or if he became this way over time.

After recovering physically, I took some time off at my parents’ house. When I came back, I kept my distance. We barely spoke for months, which honestly helped. But in February, we slowly started talking again during dinner. I regret that now.

Later, I found out he was a heavy drinker, though he had hidden it well. I had no idea, even after sharing the same apartment for over three months.

One night, he came home extremely drunk around 1 a.m. He called me 38 times and kept texting me to open my door. I ignored him and eventually blocked him. Around 3 a.m., when I thought everyone was asleep, I stepped out to use the bathroom. As I came out, he pushed me back inside, kissed me, and begged me to have sex with him. He was so intoxicated that he was barely in control of himself, and I doubt he even remembers what he was doing. He confessed he had been attracted to me since childhood and said he would have married me if we weren’t cousins.

I was terrified. I pushed him away and even slapped him, but he pushed me hard. I slipped in the bathroom and hurt my hand. Somehow, I managed to escape, ran to my room, locked the door, and broke down crying. I couldn’t scream; I was in shock and terrified seeing this side of him. Now I regret not waking my sibling. I also remembered what S had once said that D was capable of hitting a woman. Even though he didn’t hit me, he pushed me hard enough to hurt me.

The next day, I told my brother I would move out and stay closer to my workplace. I moved in with my high school best friend R (24F), who thankfully took me in. I didn’t get a chance to confront him in person because he had already left for work that day. I later texted him that I was cutting ties and that he no longer exists in my life. He immediately replied, asking me to talk.

Now I’m confused. My mind says not to talk to him at all, as it could make things worse. But my heart says I should hear him out once and then end things properly, so we can at least maintain distance during family gatherings. I should have done things when I got pregnant by him, but I was too guilty, even though I faced the consequences.

WIBTAH for cutting ties with him over text?

Hey, this is my second time posting on Reddit after sharing this on Charlotte's page. I couldn’t share this with my friends or family out of fear of judgment, but I need advice.

I (24F) and my cousin (my father’s sister’s son, let’s call him D, 28M) have always been on good terms. Growing up, we were both chill, outgoing, extroverted, and goofy. During our school days, we used to meet once a year during summer break at our grandparents’ house. As a 10-year-old, I was innocent and had no understanding of inappropriate touch. Sometimes things felt weird with him, but I brushed it off, thinking I was overthinking. He was considered one of the nicest guys in the family, and I believed he saw me as his sister. (Also, he doesn’t have a sister.)

Fast forward to December 2021: I joined university and, for safety reasons, ended up in the same college as him since he helped me a lot. He was my senior and had a girlfriend at the time (let’s call her S). She was also his classmate, and we became good friends since we stayed in the same girls’ PG for two years. We shared common interests, like reading.

From the outside, they looked like the perfect couple, and I genuinely felt happy for them. I had zero interest in their personal relationship issues. D and I often talked about academics, jobs, future plans, and relationships, and we were pretty open and chill about things. But one day, while talking with S about relationships and conflicts, she accidentally mentioned that D could hit a woman. I laughed it off at the time, saying I didn’t think he ever would. Back then, he seemed like the perfect brother figure and a gentleman to me.

Fast forward again: they broke up in 2024. In October 2025, I still had one year left to complete my degree, so I decided to do my final-year internship back in my state. We ended up living together as roommates in a 3BHK apartment, along with my sibling (22M) and his brother (23M). We split the bills and everything.

One night, both our brothers were out. D and I were watching a movie like we used to. We were both drunk, and he initiated something sexual. Things happened while we were both intoxicated. The next morning, I felt so ashamed that I pretended nothing had happened. I assumed he regretted it too, so neither of us brought it up, and we continued living like nothing happened. I was too ashamed to talk about it, and I think he was too. Honestly, I don’t remember much from that night, so I buried it in my mind, which I now realize was a mistake.

A couple of weeks later, I missed my period. At first, I thought it was due to stress and workload, but when I tested, it came back positive. I informed him. He got me a test kit again and stayed involved in the process. I tried to terminate the pregnancy with pills, but it didn’t work, and I had to undergo an MVA procedure.

While I’m grateful he didn’t abandon me and was physically present, I received no emotional support from him like he used to give me before, as a brother and friend. I was terrified, alone, and couldn’t tell my family or friends. He acted like it was all my fault, even telling our siblings that I had “period complications.” During my hospital stay, he even used the situation to portray himself as a caring brother to someone he was talking to at the time. That hurt me deeply and made me question whether he was always this opportunistic or if he became this way over time.

After recovering physically, I took some time off at my parents’ house. When I came back, I kept my distance. We barely spoke for months, which honestly helped. But in February, we slowly started talking again during dinner. I regret that now.

Later, I found out he was a heavy drinker, though he had hidden it well. I had no idea, even after sharing the same apartment for over three months.

One night, he came home extremely drunk around 1 a.m. He called me 38 times and kept texting me to open my door. I ignored him and eventually blocked him. Around 3 a.m., when I thought everyone was asleep, I stepped out to use the bathroom. As I came out, he pushed me back inside, kissed me, and begged me to have sex with him. He was so intoxicated that he was barely in control of himself, and I doubt he even remembers what he was doing. He confessed he had been attracted to me since childhood and said he would have married me if we weren’t cousins.

I was terrified. I pushed him away and even slapped him, but he pushed me hard. I slipped in the bathroom and hurt my hand. Somehow, I managed to escape, ran to my room, locked the door, and broke down crying. I couldn’t scream; I was in shock and terrified seeing this side of him. Now I regret not waking my sibling. I also remembered what S had once said that D was capable of hitting a woman. Even though he didn’t hit me, he pushed me hard enough to hurt me.

The next day, I told my brother I would move out and stay closer to my workplace. I moved in with my high school best friend R (24F), who thankfully took me in. I didn’t get a chance to confront him in person because he had already left for work that day.

I later texted him that I was cutting ties and that he no longer exists in my life. He immediately replied, asking me to talk.

Now I’m confused. My mind says not to talk to him at all, as it could make things worse. But my heart says I should hear him out once and then end things properly, so we can at least maintain distance during family gatherings. I should have done things when I got pregnant by him, but I was too guilty about it, even though I faced the consequences.

AIO for cutting ties with him over text?