1_21Guns
October 26th, 2010, 06:02 PM
i've come to the conclusion that my grandad is some form of perv for a long time, have avoided him, for a long time, and have put up with a lot of shit, for a long time. i'm just greatful he's not blood related.
today while out, he spoke to me, and due to the fact i'm coming to the end of my line with it, i snapped at him.
so, my mum goes while i was talking to her at home,
"will you stop talking to your grandad like that?!"
"tell him to stop fucking looking at me then"
"NATALIE. he wasnt even looking at you when you spoke to him"
"just shut up."
"that's just grandad"
"no, its fucking perverted."
"NATALIE."
"no. i'm up to here with it."
she suddenly changed the subject.
she couldnt deny it, or defend him in any way.
i dont know. i always thought it was somewhat in my head, but that's just made it even more clearer its not.
to stare at me, was one thing.
to stare at my in places he shouldnt be, was another.
to start touching my legs, that crossed the line.
to notice my friend getting thinner, despite only seeing her in a baggy uniform, was too far.
i just dont fucking know.
EDIT: (bit more explination of the past that I wrote when i was slightly less in shock)
its just staring now mostly, but he used to touch my legs and shit, just generally wasn't pleasant or remotely nice, or normal.
kinda freaking when your "grandad" is staring at your arse and tits whenever he sees you, thinking you cant see him.
highly disturbed by the fact when i was little and slept over there, when i'd had a bath my grandma would dry me like downstairs right infront of him.
idk, the touching thing stopped mostly a few years ago, still went for my legs a few times mind
then he noticed and said to my mum and gran that my friend was losing weight.
how the fuck could he tell when he only saw her in a baggy uniform?
i mean she was, but it wasn't that easy to fucking tell
idk, just.. don't like it.
today while out, he spoke to me, and due to the fact i'm coming to the end of my line with it, i snapped at him.
so, my mum goes while i was talking to her at home,
"will you stop talking to your grandad like that?!"
"tell him to stop fucking looking at me then"
"NATALIE. he wasnt even looking at you when you spoke to him"
"just shut up."
"that's just grandad"
"no, its fucking perverted."
"NATALIE."
"no. i'm up to here with it."
she suddenly changed the subject.
she couldnt deny it, or defend him in any way.
i dont know. i always thought it was somewhat in my head, but that's just made it even more clearer its not.
to stare at me, was one thing.
to stare at my in places he shouldnt be, was another.
to start touching my legs, that crossed the line.
to notice my friend getting thinner, despite only seeing her in a baggy uniform, was too far.
i just dont fucking know.
EDIT: (bit more explination of the past that I wrote when i was slightly less in shock)
its just staring now mostly, but he used to touch my legs and shit, just generally wasn't pleasant or remotely nice, or normal.
kinda freaking when your "grandad" is staring at your arse and tits whenever he sees you, thinking you cant see him.
highly disturbed by the fact when i was little and slept over there, when i'd had a bath my grandma would dry me like downstairs right infront of him.
idk, the touching thing stopped mostly a few years ago, still went for my legs a few times mind
then he noticed and said to my mum and gran that my friend was losing weight.
how the fuck could he tell when he only saw her in a baggy uniform?
i mean she was, but it wasn't that easy to fucking tell
idk, just.. don't like it.