Proof that you never actually know who someone is

So story time, a horrifying one at that. So about a year ago I dated a guy. His name was Kyler. I went to school and conformation (church) with him. And there was a few other people who also hung out with us since we all went to conformation and school. And recently he hasn’t been showing up to conformation. And I’m sitting with my friend Beth in what we call small groups when all the sudden I hear her say “I have tea but I can’t tell you in the house of god.” And I’m like “it can’t be that bad, you have a bf or something?” And she says “no, it’s actually about your ex boyfriend, Kyler.” And I’m like okayyy this is great. Well after awhile she finally tells me. “Kyler was caught of rape on his autistic niece and a cousin with Down syndrome.” My mouth flung open. I dated this guy for about a year, and I was best friends with one of his cousins. And this wasn’t some prank, because she then pulled up docs and a warning to all the parents in the school district. Kyler plead guilty btw, and is still allowed in public schools. I knew everything about this guy, or atleast I thought so. So yeah, you don’t really know someone until is far to late.