I had to endure him being ground on, kissed, felt up, and had a pair of naked tits thrust in his face when one of the girls gave him a lap dance. It’s some new kind of torture, yet I managed to look utterly unaffected on the outside while my soul committed suicide.

I feel like I exist in an alternate reality and no longer feel like I am here or real anymore. Every moment has become a constant mass of feeling like shit, and I'm on the verge of curling up to cry. I think I see the ...