I'm going back a very long time but when I was about 15 there was a certain boy who would give me lots of grief every I saw him. I couldn't walk past him without him making sexual taunts or at worst he'd grab me and press himself against me trying to kiss me, biting my neck or shoving his hand down my bra. This always happened at night on my way home, he lived on the same estate. I never told anyone at the time and I don't know why.
But now years later, and he's practically unrecognisable from the lad he was he pops up on facebook, not on my friends list but on a "place we grew up" type of sight. I've looked at his "profile", he's married with children.
He ofen comments on this site and seems very popular, with old school friends reminiscing about the old days and such.
It was years ago, shouldn't I be over it, but every time I see his face I think about how frightened I was of him. AIBU to still feel so unsettled and angered when I see his face, or am I being silly. I don't want to come off the site because apart from him I enjoy it.