5/13/2021
The night he tried to get me to.. Yeah- I threatened to call my mom. He hasn't tried anything since that night, but he has been in my business so much it feels like I have no privacy when I'm at his house. I still haven't told anybody about the things he's done and tried to do. I don't want my younger sister to go without a dad and not be able to understand why she doesn't have one like other kids.
I think he finally understands that I'm not afraid to call somebody when he's being a fucking creep. The night it happened I could do nothing but cry and stare blankly into space, the words he said to me replaying in my head. I've gotten better, it's been about a month now. His words sometimes pop up randomly but I simply ignore it and try to focus my mind on something else. Truthfully, I'm glad we don't see him as much anymore. As stern as my mom can be, I love her, and I feel really safe with her. The days I say I don't want to go to his house he asks why or says he doesn't know why I don't want to. Of all people he should know, he thinks whenever it's just me and him at the house it's an invitation to be an absolute sick fucking creep.
I still ask myself why me. Why did he choose to prey on me? I feel kind of guilty sometimes about if something he did to me happened to my sister, it'd be my fault for not telling anybody. Anyways I'm out of shit to write about.
I'll probably update this a few times as a kind of online journal sort of thing.
