Came across an article in the local paperand it features an old bully who made life miserable doing well for himself. I actually wanted to scream in frustration. This man as a boy was at least 5 years older than me, would shout abuse at me, throw stones at me, call me names, I was a bloody 10 year old girl, I used to be scared to go outside and play, hiding behind hedges when I saw him in case I was called names or hit with stones.
Makes me uncomfortable seeing his ugly mug in the paper, after all these years. I'm already down today but this has made me feel worse.
Aibu about how I'm feeling?