When I was a teen, I lived with my Dad and his partner. My parents had been separated since I was six. I hated my mom, so I moved in with my dad. It was nice. We had cats, he likes the same music, we had fun. Two years in, his partner was diagnosed with a brain tumor and she died that same year. My dad started to drink semi-regularly.

We kept out relationship fun and carefree. We joked around, had slapping contests, swam together in the big blowup pool, watched movies….basically the idea relationship.

Until he went too far one night.

I remember him drinking Guiness, and something about pingpong balls in it. I don’t know. I remember leaning over the counter to get to the plug for the toaster, and he was all of a sudden behind me. He put his hand on my b*** and squeezes, then pushed his finger down so it was like pressing against my v*****. He called me Judy (my stepmom who died) and told me to be quiet. I froze. He put his hand down my pants from the back and fingered me while he played with himself and finished on my pants, then he went to bed.

The next morning it was like nothing happened. I didn’t bring it up. I never have. I’m too scared to. I think he was actually confused and thought I was her. I’m glad he didn’t actually r*** me.