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The Aftermath of Finding Out My “Friend” Was a Child Sex Offender
The sudden death of our relationship after the truth came to light
“God fucking damn it, Bob!” I shouted, crying. I hit my hands against the steering wheel. Thankfully, I was parked. “Why?” I sobbed. The person on the phone treated me gently, and let me express my grief, knowing it wasn’t personal. “How fucking dare he!” I cried out. “He was my friend. I loved him.”
“I’m so sorry, but I’m glad you have the information so that you can do what you need to do,” she said to me.
“Fuck him!” I said. “Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.” She let me cry a few more minutes before she hung up.
I had spent months feeling guilty over becoming suspicious that a dear friend might be expressing a pattern of behavior that was very wrong, but normal for him, and while I didn’t want to know, I knew I needed to take action.
He had lied to me about everything. The man I had been friends with wasn’t real. He was a construct that Bob had perfected over…
