You didn't believe my assault story. Questioned...

You didn't believe my assault story. Questioned my trauma. Played devil's advocate. "Are you sure that's what happened?" "But he's such a nice guy." "Maybe you misunderstood." My pain doesn't need evidence. My truth doesn't require your approval. My trauma isn't debatable. Believe women. Believe survivors. Believe your friends. Or lose them. You chose disbelief. So you lose me.