She Said, "Me Too."

Part of me had no desire to destroy his reputation. Except maybe that's not possible if I tell my side of the story. It shocked me the number of women who decided to defend his point of views. Actually, it doesn't shock me one bit, because that proves his manipulation has worked it's way to his friends as well.

The challenging part is none of these women talked to me or even asked me if I was okay. These women who like my silly memes, and comment on my life update posts. I'm not going to make an entire post destroying women for defending a manipulating man, because I've been there.

Several years of my life were being the broken girl with all the problems. The one who lied, destroyed, and now ruined a man's reputation. The crazy woman who created three social media accounts just to make this man see what he did to me. Desperately posting, writing, and screaming the scars within me.

Let's flip the script for a moment and play a little role play. Hypothetically you're a 21-year-old woman about to meet a man on the internet. A man you've been talking to for about three years now. You've talked about wanting to kiss, and have a life with this person.

So that means everything you've said has to remain facts going into this hotel room. You're not allowed to change your mind. You're not allowed to even explain to a single person if you feel uncomfortable. As you're in the hotel room, you're scared, anxious, and wanting to leave. Those feelings are not valid, they're just "feelings."

If you laugh or smile that means everything is safe, correct? The situation makes you feel tense, but you don't fully know what is making you feel that way. He begins to put his tongue in your mouth, and it feels uneasy. Instantly pulling away, but trying to talk your self into the idea of it being safe. He begins to get his body on top of you, and the anxious thoughts get stronger and stronger.

After leaving the room you slowly talk your self into the idea that he's a good guy. Telling yourself over and over the number of years talking makes up for the anxious feelings that just happened.

Slowly beginning to walk home deciding to text him, and thinking, "We're finally going to be dating."

At this exact moment, he felt the need to explain he wasn't ready for something serious. That everything you've put him through makes him anxious and scared to trust you. Except he didn't feel that when he was pushing his tongue down your throat five minutes ago.

The next couple of months and years you try to explain to this person who amazing you are. Sending him cute love notes, and constantly talking. He'll start to trust you on occasions, but not enough to be dating you. Telling yourself that no matter what you do will make this man want you. Writing it down, venting it and trying to talk yourself through everything that happened over the years.

Then one day, you begin to say out loud how you felt, how you honestly felt inside. For a second you master the courage to confess the uncomfortable anxious thoughts, and ideas that came from the night you guys spent in that hotel room. For one second in your life, you feel stronger and capable to tell people what honestly happened. In that exact moment, he calls.

He begins to raise his voice about the fact that you slandered his name to his friends and family. He continues to blame, and tell you that your words are inaccurate and lies. That no matter what you feel or felt isn't valid. Now what?

You hang up. You write to all the people who defended the man who made you say "me too." Because he has controlled my thoughts and life for years. I'd be damned if anyone of you gets to believe for a second he's the man he is playing to be.

Remember when I began saying I didn't want to slander his reputation. Remember when all I wanted to say was what happened to me? Well, women as Taylor Swift once said, "Look What You Made Me Do."