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When I was taking a picture beside his wife and him, his hands reached my hair and my neck, I froze, I didn't know if it was right or wrong to even think, because I knew he had sexually abused many women in the past. But I am family. I cannot be one of his many conquests. It made me sick to my stomach. To even think, that he would. I don't know how to put this, how to label this. I mean deep down I know, there is something wrong with these men. They don't understand the fact that, you can't just go and touch someone. There is a rule. You are married. You are a father. You are old enough to understand that. Last week it was even worse. I let this man, who is same age as my dad, touch my hair while I was eating in his dining table. He literally brushed his fingers through my locks. I am not intimate with him ever. He is a distant family. It was really uncomfortable. He stood so close to me that even my brother felt uneasy about it. Just because he was family, I didn't tell anything on him. But I am pretty sure somebody noticed it. It was weird not to notice.
What depresses me even more is that both of this men are distant family and I have to deal with them from time to time. I have to show respect and pretend like they're saints.

There is a news on tv about this girl being raped by her own father. It disgusted me so much. Why do women have to put up with this shit? Why can't man understand that we are not created to satisfy their impulses?

I have to protect myself. And for that, I always ignore that guy in our family. My parents always warn me about him. I really can't believe he gets away with his act. All the women he abused. Where is karma at?


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