Finally, one Saturday I had time.
The following day was Sunday, I came out before 7 I think. Spent the night in the bathroom blaming myself, wondering what I'll tell my boyfriend, etc. When I came out he continued his epistle from last night.
I told my friend about it, and instead of her to relate with me and be understanding, she started investigating me, making me blame myself and doubt the validity of my story.
When I reached out to him he said I'm painting him as a villain, and I actually let him know that I can take action against him, not as a threat, but as a fact. He kept saying he never intended for it to happen
I know a lot of you follow him. You'd know him.