I saw him yesterday.
The man who molested me as a child of course.
I never told anyone. Nor have I ever really wanted to... the truth is, it was embarrasing. The fact that I had no control.. The fact that I was weak, and defenseless. The fact that he is a family friend, or the fact that I am a male, and that no one would believe me anyway.
He left me weak, and insecure, and unable to trust anyone.
I am gay, yes, but that was no reason to take advantage of me? I was 12.
As the years passed, I healed enough to get close to people again. My boyfriend and I still have problems.
Sometimes, he touches me the wrong way, and I cry for hours alone.
I saw the man that did this to me, yesterday. He smiled.
What do I do?
I cant deal.