I lied about raping my daughter. She was 24, and I was 52. She recently graduated college and I noticed that she really only had a serious relationship with her mother. When she needed help, she went to her mom. When she felt depressed, she went to her mom. I felt like I was just getting in the way, and when I saw she was down or sad, and I tried to comfort her, she yelled at me saying things like "You just don't get it! Why are you not like mom? I hate you!" She would apologize afterwards, and even though at the time I chalked it up to typical twelve-year-old behavior, the damage was done. She continued to say the same things until she moved out. Now since she's graduated, she's needed help on her mortgage for her apartment, things like that. On the phone, though, things got....serious. She talked about how she had been abused by her boyfriends in college, and she didn't know how to cope with it. Since her mom was out of town, she asked me to vent to her. I felt excited that she finally saw me as her father, but sad because she had been abused and never told me or her mother. When we met up, she immediately hugged me at the door. Our phone conversation had lasted for at least 3 hours, and she told me everything in detail. I made her the dad version of a good dinner, which was basically just two hungry-mans, but I did put them on a plate. After dinner, we talked about her feelings and how she had suicidal thoughts in college, and how she experimented with many different drugs. She talked about how scared she was when she was on these drugs, which I'm certain I figured out were some kind of psychedelics, but that's beyond the point. She was afraid that people would take advantage of her, and she didn't understand basic things while she was high. She was so scared, and didn't have anyone there to comfort her. Her boyfriends, who I assume introduced her to these drugs, beat her and left her unconscious, sometimes for whole class days. She barely graduated, and neither me or her mother had known about any of this the entire time. She felt alone, and I assured her that now, she wasn't. I took her by the hand and looked into her eyes, and with a shrill, nervous voice, I said: "Do you want to put a serious tag on here next time?"