I have lived my entire life with my mother, who's had a drinking problem for years. despite this, she's managed to hold down a full time job and raise me on her own. she binges every now and then with some friends (male & female), usually at their houses. on the occasions she's had people over, she's made sure it was when i wasn't home. i work and go to school so i'm rarely home anyway. most of her friends don't bother me annoy; they're a little obnoxious at most but i just go about my business.
but a few months ago, "rick" started coming around. he's somewhere in his early 30s, younger than my mom & her friends (early to late 40s). he was okay when i met him, but it didn't take long for him to start coming on to me. first, it was mostly suggestive comments. then he started getting touchy with me, usually standing behind me or pressing himself against me when i was in the kitchen or living room. there was no such thing as personal space with him.
well, 2 weeks ago, when her usual buddies were over, he was there too. everyone was in the backyard while i was in my room on my laptop. i had to go to the bathroom. he must've seen me from the hallway or something, because when i came out, he was there. as usual, he started w/ his usual shit. i cut him off but he pushed me against the wall, groping and kissing me. he unzipped his pants then made me touch him. i struggled to break free before i managed to punch him in the stomach. not enough to knock him out but enough for him let me go. i ran back to my room and shoved my dresser against the door, then called my friend. she wanted to call the police but i said no, because he hadn't actually raped me. i had no proof. but i still wanted him to leave me alone.
i figured if i gave him what he wanted, he'd go away. so i did, & it worked. it was disgusting and i couldn't wait for it to be over, but i can't believe i went down to his level. i feel gross writing this but i just needed to get it off my chest.
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