There's something that I have been thinking about, on and off, for years now. And, since I'm here, I might as well ask you guys.
When I was about 11, 12 maybe, there was this man, my fathers friend, that was almost always around. Sort of become a regular guest in our house. And he was, let say around 50 at the time, give or take a few years. A big man, a big, tall, fat and bold man. And he was nice. Always nice to me, and laughing and making me smile and just seem like an all around nice guy.
So, I had these two, let say awkward, moments with him. First was the day I bought a new bed. There was no one home but me when it arrived, and he was helping me carry it up the stairs. We did that, and than strange things started happening. He was very strong so he could easily subdue me. He held my face and started kissing it. Just kissing my eyes and cheeks and my entire face, and I couldn’t get away because he was a strong guy and I was a kid.
That passed and then there was this moment which I remember a bit fuzzy. I know I was leaving the house, and was gonna go downstairs to say hi to my grandparents. And he was there and I just remember him holding me in front of him, my back turned to his front and he was holding me above my elbows so that I basically couldn’t move. He then rubbed my nipples, over my clothes, just making circular motions. I tried to set loose, but I couldn’t, and he was still holding me and the way he was acting was as if he was joking, but I never felt comfortable about that, or around him ever again.
I never told my parents about that. Back then I though I was being crazy and overreacting and I would just cause trouble by saying something, and as the years passed it just stopped being so relevant. Still bothers me though. Fortunately he’s not around anymore. I think my dad and him are on a ‘Hi/hello’ basis, because he did turn out to be a ****** person. And that’s bout it. Thoughts?
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