My ex/high school dreamqueen was a smart, trusting and incredibly nice person. One of those people that just blew you away everyday. She did so for 2 years before she left to go to college and we broke it off to 'explore who we would become'. She returned 2 years later. We got back together. She told me some things. Bad things. She had got with a guy a little while after she got up to 'Really Good School A'. A ways into that relationship(roughly a year and a half) the guy basically tricked her and let all of his friends forcibly [censored] her. About 6 guys. He beat her as well to not tell anyone and allowed the previous fiasco to happen again. She left the guy roughly a few weeks after the first incident. Fast forward a good while (a matter of some months), and she is telling me all this. I believed her, rightfully so. I am, of course, livid. I was right in the midst of training for a Long Man Jiu Jitsu tournament and I wanted to leave to go to the place (many thousands of miles away and across a huge open ocean) where the guy lived and well...you might be able to guess. I knew his name, face and roughly where he lived. I knew the names of some of the other rapists. My ex told me none of it. I dug for information. As time wore on I had to constantly try and plan to go to where this guy lived and give him a real dose of justice. While this happened my ex put me through hell. She was broken. Her confidence crumbled, her trusting ways now a myth. I focused on trying to keep her sane and I tried to keep her together. She only ever told me about these things. She couldn't face her family and never told them. I took her to the hospital several times because of attempted suicides. It was one of the worst times of my life but I managed. I guess I loved her, I kind of still do but the nature of that love has changed quite a bit. As time kept going by I stopped thinking about it. I still intended to go mete out justice but it ended up as nothing more than thoughts. Then it became a promise of 'if I ever run into the guy' I will give him his. After some time she just ended it. She said that she 'refused to drag me down with her' and gave me no choice in the matter. That was that. I let a man who [censored] the woman I probably loved more than anyone else in my entire life get away with it. It still eats me up a little. I can't accept my inaction but I generally push that back to my subconscious and don't let it affect my life. I understand that I could not afford to fly several thousand miles just to beat some guy up or worse. Circumstances restricted me to some extent. But I could have done it. It would have been really hard but I know I COULD have done it. Anyways, that is probably my biggest regret in terms of injustice that I let slide by.