feline catapult

Tonight a grown ass man, a man I once considered a friend, stuck his hand down my pants. I yelled, I got up, there were 10+ witnesses. I did everything you were supposed to. The man was kicked out of the bar, but not five minutes later another "friend" came outside to start yelling at me, in front of a crowd of people at this point, saying I was shit-faced (I had 3 ciders over 6 hours), that nobody downtown would serve me, and that this situation was my fault because I didn't set boundaries. I shut down, I responded with "OK" a few times, and she stormed off. Two more of my "friends" sitting next to me started reaming me about doing her wrong and I lost it. Fuck being asssaulted, thats nothing compared to all of the feelings of blame and fault projected on me by people who are supposed to love me. I'm so, so tired.