At the very least, you slept with him at a festival. My friend found out about it and told me. At the most, you had been seeing him for several months and to this day he still denies that part of the story. I sent you a couple of rambling, anger filled e-mails venting and trying to find out the truth. I owe you an apology for dumping my crap on you. I am sorry I sent you those crazy emails since the deceit was his fault and not yours. Instead of sending those emails, I probably should have visited the self help section at Powell's and purchased books on anger management and ending toxic relationships.