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In college, Emily and her boyfriend joined several friends for an end-of-semester camping trip. "At some point, I decided to hit the sack. The guy I was dating told me to go on to his tent and go to bed. Okey dokey. I fell asleep and then woke up at dawn. I slowly figured out where I was and then looked around me. I was alone. In his tent. Alone. Where was HE?

"I got out of the tent and saw his shoes in front the tent that was set up right next to us. A girl's tent. A girl we all knew had a crush on him. He was in there, with her and I was just waking up in his tent, two feet away. Now I am in the woods, with no escape, no car, and no gun. I'm the only one awake so I can't even go to my best friend to deal with this as she is asleep with her boyfriend in their tent.

"So I stumbled out into the woods and tried to get lost. I wandered around aimlessly for about an hour and finally laid down on a rock and fell back asleep. Eventually, I went back to camp, spoke to my girlfriends and waited for him to come out of the tent. Eventually, he did. I made sure to make eye contact so that he saw that I hadn't cried and then I left, satisfied that I, at least, had my dignity.

"When I got back home, I burned his clothes. What? Well, I handle things better now." We think you handled things just fine.

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