Can't believe it. He abused me sexually, from the age of 6, until I was about 9. At the end of it, he was escalating his behaviour, trying to get me to do more and more stuff (oral, hand jobs) it stopped because his older brother got suspicous. I know he has done this to other girls as well, I went to school with one of his other victims. He was five or six years older than me - however his age did not diminish what he did, it makes no difference to me, his hands did the same damage to me mentally and physically, no matter how old he was, before anyone chimes in and tries to convince me I am being silly (it's been done before!)
I have seen him occasionally over the years, he used to follow me around with his mates and call my name (what a cunt) but he normally sticks to glaring angrily at me - he behaves as if he hates me (which he does). I literally nearly walked into him coming out of my local supermarket. A bit of internet snooping and I find out that this year he moved VERY near me.
I have always felt safe around this area, it's a long way away from where I was brought up (where all the bad memories are) and I have built a new life for myself here. I live with my lovely husband and dd. I have lots of problems in my life relating to the abuse from this dickhead, and others as well. I've had a lot of input from counsellors and psychologists, I'm so proud of how far I've come. Some of you may remember last year I think, I was debating whether to finally go to the police and report him and my stepdad. In the end I felt I just wasn't able to deal with it, so I didn't.
Now this twat is around and I am scared to leave the house in case I see him. My daughter goes to school here, the library is here, shops, bank, post office... what do i do? I went to pieces after seeing him. I managed to scrape myself together and drive home, I don't know how. He hates me, and feels like he owns me.
Someone please have words of wisdom. One minute I want to find him and fuckking scream at him, tell him what he has done to me, get it all out, the next I'm sobbing in my husbands arms. I spent so long feeling ashamed, dirty, because of what he did, but he gets to walk around with his head held high because no one reported him. I hate him. I want him to die. I don't like hating him but i can't help it.
Help.