When I was a kid, I went to church with my grandparents one day. A small little man stopped us when mass was over and said I looked a lot like his grand daughter that he couldn’t see anymore. My grandfather and my father worked in the same place as this man. They somewhat knew him and trusted him. My dad would tell me about how the man was a wrestler when he was younger.
Throughout my childhood, the man would visit me at my grandparents house. Mostly it would be during my birthdays or sometimes a holiday. I want to say sometimes he visited on a regular day. There was one point my grandmother helped me make a cake for his birthday.
When I was slightly older, he visited me at their house one day. We sat on the couch while my grandmother and grandfather sat on their usual chairs. As we watched tv, he somehow got me to look his way. When I did, he tried to French kiss me while my grandparents weren’t looking.
I don’t remember much about what happened after. I know I never told them what happened. I was to scared I would be in trouble though I now know that it would’ve been the best thing to have done. I had ran home (didn’t live far away) and tried to calm myself down as I scrubbed my mouth out.
Since then, I had done my best to avoid him. Eventually, he stopped coming over. When I got older, I met a man, now my husband, and when we first started to kiss, he tried to French kiss me. Immediately I felt repulsed. Not because of him but because my mind immediately pictured the old man. I know it sounds silly, but because of it, I refuse to kiss my husband in that way.
For the most part, I never thought about the old man. Not until today that is. For whatever reason, I wanted to look him up. Maybe he did worse to others or maybe he moved or something and that is why I’ve never seen him in a long time. Using what little info I had on him, I found out he died a few years ago. His obituary said he had nieces and and a nephew but no grandchild. And everyone spoke about him in a good way. The general ‘he was a good man and he would be missed.’ There were also people who worked with him that talked about positive experiences they had with him.
I know it was only a kiss, but I was a little kid. And the granddaughter that I supposedly looked like didn’t even exist. It bothers me that I am the only one who knows.
hmm that is a bit scary though i will say if that mans dead nothing can happen to you, you should feel confurt (however you spell it) when you with your husband a dead man can't hurt you and your husbands not going to do anything bad to you. so keep this in mind :)
slothygambler talking is not the only way of fixing things if you take it that way you just gonna ruin your life. Aci she knew the truth and that is whats she is saying and yes she already knows the thing you said after and she is asking how to fix it. please guys if you have nothing helpful please don't say it.
