I was in my next to last semester of college and I got an internship in town for this company. Everyone told me to take the internship, even if it only gave me six hours credit, I could make up the lost hours in the summer and graduate.

My job was sorting customer lists, boring but I got paid a little and the internship was supposed to help me when I graduated. On the last week of my internship I went out with some of the people who worked there and some of the women kept pushing me to get together with this guy. I wasn't interested but he was and as soon as he got close he started to paw me and he kissed me. The women coworkers started a chant and he kept on kissing me and when he got my boob in his hand it was clapping and whistling and when he got his hand into my pants they started chanting for him to show me who was the boss.

I got fingered, groped, kissed and dry humped against the bar. We went to this apartment of one of the women who worked there and she had some condoms and they watched while I put the condom on him and let him fuck me. On my last day I went to lunch, women only and they all told me that I had come to them a sniveling baby but I was going back to college as a grown woman.

Ten years later, married with children, working part time one of the women from that job came to work at the company where I was working. She remembered me immediately and she started to talk gross and ask me how my husband took care of me, if he took care of me daily, weekly or monthly, was he big or was he one those men who barely made the man list. I told her that it was none of her business. But she started talking and told some of the other coworkers about my night out with them during my internship, except that she told it like I was the one looking to get laid that night, basically making it sound like I was a slut and the story got back to my husband.

My husband never believed me as to what happened, he still believes the story the way that woman tells it. I got married in the church, I never told my husband that I was true virgin, I was 23 at the time but he says now that the could only assume I was. Basically my husband and I are not getting together anymore, and we are talking with a counselor before going ahead with a divorce. He is just turned off to the idea that some other man had me first.

Saying he is immature doesn't help, he has made this a deal breaker for our marriage. Yes, my past has come back to haunt me, to use my mother's explanation of the state of affairs with my marriage, even if it wasn't a past that that I initiated.