Kind of a long story. Mostly just sharing for the sake of putting it out there into the world and maybe get some catharsis from it. TW for Suicide.
I (F20) had just gotten out of a multi-year relationship. Being torn up about it, I confided in a close friend my feelings. The next day, he began to get increasingly touchy with me. At one point he would touch and grope me in front of our friends, and his girlfriend. Everybody, save for his girlfriend, was very visibly uncomfortable.
Later that night, our friends go home, my roommate goes to sleep, and it ends up being just him and I in my bedroom watching TV. He starts to get touchy again, things snowball from there, and, sparing the gorey details, he sexually assaults me.
(It's worth noting I had been assaulted before. Once when I was 13 and a couple more times when I was 17. Both instances were done by my partners at the time.)
His aforementioned girlfriend finds out about what happened, and somehow the story becomes that he cheated on her with me. This version of the story gets spread among our friend group, and now I'm labled a "whore" and a "homewrecker." I'm more or less forced to tell everybody about what happened. Half of them believe me. Half of them don't.
That fucked me up a lot. It still does to this day. I ended up losing most of my friends, my grades have completely nosedived, I've changed my major twice since then, and attempted to take my life not long after everything happened.
This was several months ago, and I'm still nowhere near where I was mentally before then. This is genuinely the most depressed I've been in my life. I barely leave my apartment anymore, my biggest passions in life just don't do it for me anymore, I lost my job, and have been teetering on the verge of dropping out of university for months.
Earlier today, I found a ring given to me by that piece of shit, back when I still thought he was my friend. That ring meant a lot to me at the time. I walked outside, went to the nearest riverside, and threw the fucking thing the river. It's not exactly what I'd call closure, but it felt very cathartic nonetheless. If nothing else, it's a step towards learning how to be a real person again.