My boyfriend was withdrawn and couldn't look at me. It was upsetting because I could feel something was terribly off and there was nothing I could do. I got a sick feeling in my stomach, it was like coming off of him. He confessed later on that it was because he had a bad dream he had Remembering being sexually abused as a kid and he didn't like being reminded of it. He didn't want to look at me because it felt like he was lying to me by never telling me. He just really didn't wanna talk about it. I told him I loved him and he didn't have to say anymore. But we've been together for 4 years and this is the first time he's said anything about it. Later that night I just laid down and I cried for him. I cried about how anybody can inflict so much pain on a child that would haunt them the rest of their lives. I cried about how such an amazing person was mistreated and how he has to live with that burden--feeling so ashamed and disgusted, he couldn't even tell me. I love him so much and I just hope the absolute worst to whoever did that do him. It kills me...