“About six years ago, I lived with my roommate in a really nice apartment. He didn’t seem like a bad guy. He was really nice, and he never really hated or judged anyone. There were a few things that seemed a little off though. Whenever I had my girlfriend (now ex) over, he would fidget or seem anxious. Whenever I had girls in general over, he wouldn’t talk to them as much and he wouldn’t make eye contact with them.
One day, my girlfriend and I decided to invite her friend/coworker and my roommate to this jazz club. Throughout the night, I noticed that her friend and my roommate gave each other weird looks. My roommate got up to get something out of his car and my ex’s friend gave us a stern look and said “never ever invite me to ANYTHING if he’s tagging along”.
I was a little confused, so while my roommate was at work, I did a little snooping in his desk drawers. I looked through the drawers and found dozens of apology letters to my ex’s friend Erin. I don’t remember exactly what it said, but it was along the lines of “please forgive me. What I did was horrible, and I’ve served the time for it.” So I asked Erin what happened.
Before I was his roommate, she was, and they were really good friends until he tried to rape her. Twice. He was in prison for about four, five years. I moved out as soon as I could .” – killowen_12