Hi. I cannot even believe I'm writing this and I don't know where to start. I just know that I have to tell someone because I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't stop crying. I don't know what to do. Please give me feedback.
First, let me give you a little background info: I am female, 29, and engaged.
Well a few nights ago, on St. Patrick's Day I went out with a friend of mine. She and I just wanted to go get some dinner and have a little green beer you know. On the way there she had called my fiance's friend (because it is her friend also) and had found out that he was at the same restaurant/bar. I have been told by people that he has said that he wished I was his girlfriend because he doesn't think my fiancé treats me as well as I deserve. Anyway, I have never seen this side of him. Only friendly. Besides this is my fiancés BEST Friend so that would never even be considered as an option.
Okay so she and I eat dinner and have a couple drinks. I not even seen the guy at this point as we are on the opposite side of the restaurant. But my friend goes over to say hi to him. She comes back and says that his ride left him and he wanted to know if we could drop him off on our way home. She said she told him yes cause it was on the way. (she was driving).
Okay so after dinner we decide to go up to the bar and have a few drinks. I do not drink much but I'm irish, its my holiday, I feel good, know a lot of people there, so I'm just enjoying myself. Although I can say that I do not remember saying anything more to this guy than hi and a how are you. After that I spent my night socializing with friends. Unfortunately, I end up getting quite drunk. It is suggested we leave the bar/restaurant and go to a club. I say OK. The rest of my night is really REALLY blurry but I remember being in the car going to the next place, being in there dancing with people (but not that guy-although I do remember him there standing by the wall). My friend then said that we went to another club. I was unaware of this as things were so foggy for me the next day. She also said on the way there that the guy had said that he needed to crash at one of our houses because he couldn't go home this late. She said she couldn't let him crash at her house because there was no room and I spoke up and said he could crash over at my house. I do slightly remember saying this. Please remember this is a guy I trusted. He was supposed to be in our wedding, the best man. Anyway, I do not at all remember the third club. I do not remember going home. I do not remember going in my house. I do not remember laying down. What I do remember is waking up to someone pulling my panties down around my knees and laying on top of me. I remember making an annoyed grunt and trying to turn away but being too exhausted then I passed back out. I did not wake again until my alarm clock went off.
I just don't know how I let this happen. All day at work the next day I kept having to go in the bathroom and cry. I feel so horrible. HORRIBLE. I don't know how to tell my fiancé. I think he will never talk to me again. I just don't know what to do. I can say that on a sober normal day I would NEVER NEVER NEVER HAVE allowed this to happen. I didn't want this. I didn't intend this. I feel like the guy plannned it... first the ride then the needing to crash. He knew I trusted him as a friend. I never thought he would try to f me. Especially when I'm pretty much passed out. It just feels so dirty and wrong and terrible. I don't know what to do. I'm going to lose the love of my life. My everything. Because of some jerk who will probably say I was drunk and flirty at the club and wanted it. I swear I am never drinking again. I just don't know what to do. If you want to be mean and tell me what a whore I am that's fine. I feel so absolutely horrible about this I deserve to be called every name in the book.