In this thread of a little over a year ago, I chronicled how my aunt’s elderly husband had sexually assaulted me, the first time that he was ever alone with me since I’d known him.
I got a lot of excellent advice in that thread, and it really helped at the time to document it and talk about it openly. I really appreciate you people and everything that you have to say.
I did end up telling my aunt, of course, and she believed me and she was sufficiently mortified and pissed at him. Why, she even canceled the lavish and spendy 80th birthday party she had been planning for him. She was already seeing a counselor over her no-good son, so she at least had that support and way of dealing with it.
What has happened during the past year is that we still get together with my aunt, but now instead of big family dinners and games and nice family time at her lovely home, now we get together in restaurants every few months, and it is awkward and stilted. (She can’t come to our house because we have cats and she has allergies.)
Also, she asked me not to tell anyone in the family what happened, and well, you know me- I told everyone. Hey, I needed support, and one quasi-family member is a counselor, so yeah. Anyway, somehow it got back to my aunt that I had actually been* raped *by her husband, which of course was not the case, so let’s just say she was not very happy. My mother told her this, and my mother also said that I always lie about this type of thing, because my mother doesn’t want to believe that my father, her husband, also touched me inappropriately. So, yeah, good times all around have ensued.
And then after that, the next time we got together she brought up how one time several years ago, I had flippantly remarked that with this old dude’s money, if my aunt didn’t want him, I might be available or something to that effect. It was just a dumb little joke, clumsy and obvious joke-flirting, oh haha, but it must have stuck in their heads and then he must have pulled it out in defense, “Oh, but remember that time she said she’d have me?? She was asking for it!” :rolleyes: I lost some respect for her for falling for that bullshit. Her and I speak probably 1/10th of what we used to, we never get together just us for lunch anymore like we used to, and our relationship is forever changed and diminished. I have been extremely hurt by this whole thing and although I know that I did the right thing by telling her and that she should know what he’s capable of, a small part of me wishes I’d never said a word, but secretly extorted him for lots of money so that I could be driving a new car to their house for dinner tomorrow.
So tomorrow’s Thanksgiving, and I have been crying sporadically over the past couple of days. Thanksgiving used to be my favorite holiday and it was in stone that my three sons and I would go to their house and we would have this and we would do that and that’s how it was and nobody missed it ever. And now there’s nothing where that used to be. After all those years, this man turned to me and by his actions told me that he believed that I wasn’t worthy of being loved for me, that I didn’t belong in his family as a true family member, that I didn’t belong at his table, and that this <grabs boobs and crotch> is all I’m worth. And I really hate him for that.
And I’m going to have to see someone about this, I already realize that. But thanks for reading and letting me vent a little about it.