I Hate HimI can't remember the exact age when it started, but I know I was still in elementary school. It was my uncle..my mother's sister married him so he was related by marriage. I know this sounds crazy but he never once touched me until after he had a heart attack and a stroke, that's when it all started. My parents and I moved in with him and my aunt while I was in 4th grade, I knew something wasn't right because he would always want me to sit next to him and he would stick his hand down my pants. I started to avoid him every chance I had, unless there was other people in the room.
The ironic thing is he's a huge christian and goes to church all the time, hangs out with his friends from church often too. Yet he's so evil... and of course everyone in the family feels so sorry for him because of his heart problems/ physical problems from the heart attack and stroke. I remember he used to stay up in his room, so whenever we would leave their house we always had to go to his room to tell him bye. Of course I couldn't say "No I'm not going up there". I couldn't tell any of my family either, I felt so disgusting and I felt like it was my fault. Plus I knew how it would affect my family and I couldn't deal with that, even after all these years I would never tell because I feel like if I did, that my aunt, cousins, second cousins would all hate me and disown me because that's their father/grandfather.
I did mention it one time to one of my female cousins when we were young teens, and she said yeah he tries to do that to me too. That was the end of it though, we never talked about it again. I couldn't bring myself to ask her if he actually touched her, even though from the vibes I got he did because she didn't like being alone with him either. I feel really bad because when I was younger his son had 5 daughters who were all younger than me except for one of them. I still wonder to this day if he touched them, and in my heart I believe he did.. I feel like if I would have said something right when he first touched me that I could have protected my cousins.
I rarely talk to my aunt and uncle anymore, I go over there maybe twice a year to get my hair cut. I hate seeing him and talking to him, and having to act like nothing happened. I truly hate that man, and I don't care how awful this sounds but I wish that he would have died years ago when he had that heart attack.
sillyginger 22-25, F 9 Responses 2 Apr 23, 2011