u/Temporary_Ferret9707

honestly don't know where to start with this because this situation has been going on for a while, and it's gotten to the point where I feel completely exhausted.
Kids from my old middle school have continued harassing me even though I don't go there anymore. They've added my phone number to group chats without my permission, spread rumors about me, talked about me behind my back, and said things about experiences I've had that they have absolutely no right to judge.
One of the worst things they've done is say that I was lying about being sexually assaulted. Hearing people casually say that something I went through wasn't real has genuinely messed with me. They weren't there. They don't know what happened. They don't get to decide whether I'm telling the truth.
And now some of them have talked about fighting me. At this point, it doesn't feel like normal school drama anymore. I'm actually worried about my safety, especially because they've already shown that they aren't going to stop just because I ignore them.
There's also a lot more behind why this affects me so badly.
When I was at camp, there were things that happened that made me feel like the adults responsible for us weren't properly looking after the kids. There were times when counselors refused to let certain kids shower, and there were situations where I felt like basic care and supervision weren't being handled properly.
During that time, I was also being hurt by the person who sexually assaulted me. I remember trying to tell someone that I was being touched, and instead of taking me seriously, they treated it like I was joking.
That part has stuck with me. Imagine finally trying to tell someone that something is wrong and having them not believe you.
I already had to deal with what happened to me, but then I had to deal with people dismissing me, and now I'm dealing with other kids calling me a liar and threatening me. It's like every time I try to move forward, something else brings everything back.
My mental health has gotten significantly worse because of all of this. I feel constantly stressed and on edge, and I don't feel like I can just live normally without worrying about what someone is going to say about me next or whether someone is going to try to confront me.
I've been saving screenshots of the group chats, messages, rumors, and threats because I know I need evidence. I'm trying not to respond or fight back because I don't want this situation to become even worse.
I just want people to leave me alone.
I didn't choose what happened to me. I didn't choose for people to spread rumors about it. I didn't choose for my number to be added to random group chats. And I definitely didn't choose for people to threaten me over something they don't even understand.
I'm planning on showing everything to a trusted adult and my school because I don't think I should have to deal with this by myself anymore.

Has anyone dealt with this before?

You were the kind of love people write novels about

the kind that felt too beautiful to belong in this world.
You walked into my life like summer sunlight through old curtains,
soft, golden, and impossible to forget.

I still search for you in songs that play after midnight,
in sunsets that paint the sky the color of your eyes,
in quiet places where the world finally slows down enough
for my heart to remember your name.

If I had one wish, it wouldn’t be for fame,
or forever, or another lifetime.
It would be to go back to the moment before we fell apart,
to hold your face in my hands and tell you
that I would choose you a thousand times over.

They say love isn’t always enough,
but every part of me still believes in us.
Maybe that’s foolish.
Maybe that’s what loving you has always been
holding onto something beautiful, even when it’s slipping away.

You were my favorite chapter,
the page I never wanted to turn.
And if this is really the end,
I hope you know there will always be a part of me
waiting for you the way Noah waited for Allie
without anger, without regret,
only with a love that never learned how to leave.

So wherever life carries you,
I hope it is gentle.
I hope it gives you every happiness you deserve.
And if the wind ever whispers my name to you,
know that somewhere beneath the same moon,
there is someone who still loves you
with the same quiet, endless heart
that never wanted to say goodbye.

I (29M) married my girlfriend of seven years last Saturday. We had been planning this wedding for almost two years, and I honestly thought I was marrying my soulmate. The ceremony was perfect, and everyone kept telling us it was the most beautiful wedding they had ever been to. I truly believed it was the happiest day of my life.
During the reception, my cousin pulled me aside and said there was something I needed to see. I thought someone had gotten too drunk or started a fight. Instead, he handed me his phone. It was security footage from the hotel hallway showing my brand new wife and my best man sneaking into the same hotel room together less than an hour before the ceremony. They stayed there for almost forty minutes. I refused to believe it until one of the bridesmaids admitted they had been secretly seeing each other for eight months. She also told me several people already knew but agreed not to tell me because they did not want to ruin the wedding.
I felt sick, but I also felt like everyone had made me look like a fool. So when it was time for the speeches, I grabbed the microphone, thanked everyone for coming, and then played the hotel footage on the projector that was supposed to show our wedding photos. The room went completely silent. My wife started crying, my best man tried to unplug the projector, and people began arguing all over the reception hall.
I did not say another word. I picked up my keys, walked out, and left them to explain everything to almost two hundred guests.
Now my wife, her family, and even some of my relatives are calling me cruel. They think I should have handled everything privately instead of exposing them in front of everyone. I think they destroyed the marriage before it even started, and all I did was tell the truth.
AITA?

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