When I was a young child I was touched inappropriately by my neighbour outside my grandparents' house where I lived and was to embarrassed to say anything.
Years later my grandfather kept bringing the very old man into the house because he felt sorry for him.
I finally got the courage to tell my grandfather what happened, and he told me it was too late to do anything about it, and kept bringing the man over.
The man is dead now, but my relationship with my grandfather has deteriorated to the point that we can't stand to be in the same room together. He keeps calling me awful names, and I always react with hostility toward him to.
I am stuck living in this house with him and my grandmother, I don't have the means to move right now, but I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.
The worst thing is, my grandmother, who I love knows what happened, sees what is going on and refuses to get involved. If it were not for my pets, I'd leave and just live on the streets, but I have a responsibility to them…
I'm just so stressed, angry and sad all the time now.