I've always had a close relationship with him, for as long as I can remember. He was the first person to hold me after I was born.
I remember following him around the house helping him fix things and going on my first motorcycle ride with him. I used to have to wear a stupid seat belt that would attach me to him so if I fell asleep I wouldn't fall off. We would be gone for hours, I loved spending my quality time with him.
When I was young I'd make the whole family play train. I had a certain order as to where everyone had to sit, it had to be just right. I looked forward to bon fires and eating plain potato chips and sit in the chair with him while we watched t.v. I guess I never really started to notice the bad and unacceptable behaviour until just a few years ago.
I honestly can't even remember when everything started happened. As a little girl I thought it was a normal behaviour and that he just loved me so it was okay. It wasn't. One of the very first encounters I remember as a little girl is him sitting in his chair, in just his boxers, and seeing him poking out of the boxers. It occurred a lot actually, every time I was there it happened. I was too little to understand what was going on. Then one time I stayed the night, him and I were sitting in his chair, my great grandma was sitting over on the couch and everyone had already gone to bed. We were watching t.v. and he put a blanket over me.
I don't remember being cold.
I felt his hand all the sudden on my leg, He kept moving moving closer and closer up, to my thighs, then to me. I remember him rubbing me. I was confused. This isn't okay is it? I don't understand what's supposed to be happening. My great grandma gets up and says shes going to bed. I get up and hug and kiss her good night then get onto the couch and cuddle up to the blankets. I went to bed confused as to what just happened. I was scared.
