I opened up about something for the first time. Not with my T, but my best friend.

I'd never even said it out loud... never even wrote about it. Now someone knows.

I couldn't admit to who did it. I still feel like I have to protect this person. I have to keep my mouth shut because I love them, and they've changed and they've never indicated that they remember.

Still, I feel like I've betrayed this person by saying anything. It's this gnawing at my stomach. I hate it.