About 18 years ago, I went on a night out with family and friends. We were very young. Quite a few of us camped out that night in one of the friends flats after having many drinks. I was 21. I can’t remember exactly when this happened, and feel like I have blocked it out for years, but I woke in the night and was kissing someone. It was a friend of my sibling who was about 30 at the time. I either had a boyfriend or was engaged, and immediately stopped when I realised what was happening. I don’t know how it happened, but can only assume he started kissing me whilst I was asleep and in my drunk/sleeping state, I initially thought it was my husband/fiancé who wasn’t even there that night.
Like I said, I stopped it instantly. Others were asleep in the living room where I was and so I didn’t make a fuss, was also mortified about this so didn’t tell a soul. I rolled over and went to sleep. When we all woke in the morning, the man was gone.
Since this memory popped into my head, I’m feeling like I’m an awful wife. Deceitful. I feel like I need to confess to this, but no that no good could come from it. I just feel wrecked with guilt and don’t really know what to do.
Im hoping you can all help me through this, as I can’t open up to anyone in real life. But I’m also afraid to get flamed on here, because I don’t think my mental health can deal with it. AIBU to feel like the worst wife and mother alive right now? Please be gentle.