This is going to sound odd but I haven’t thought about it for years. Talking to a friend about the whole Prince Andrew affair and told her about something that happened when I was 14 or 15.
We were staying with my Mum’s old school friend and her husband. He was probably mid 40’s. Over the course of the weekend he held my hand, rubbed my foot and leg under the table and then kissed me when we were alone upstairs. I was very flattered and had visions of us running off together. I’d never had a boyfriend and was quite innocent. Not long after, his wife discovered he was having an affair with a colleague and threw him out. I never saw him again.
When I thought about it later on I felt guilty, like I had cheated on his wife by kissing him. Now looking back on it this week I suddenly thought how absolutely wrong it was. I don’t think it has had a lasting effect on me but just started to look at it differently and wondered what others thought. I’ve never told anyone.