when i was little my uncle touched me. i thought it was normal, but he’d always tell me not to tell anybody. growing up i kind of forgot about the whole thing. i never told my parents because i was scared they weren’t going to believe me. when i was around 10 or 12 i started remembering. i didnt want to but i did. i hate my uncle. he acts normal with me but i cant. i cant forget. i want to but i cant. whenever we’re alone or im wearing something short i feel SO uncomfortable around him. i dont know if he forgot but i havent. i wish i could stop seeing him but hes always stopping by and i hate it.
