When I was 11 years old I was sexually assaulted by my step fathers moms boyfriend. I told my mom. She called the cops. And he got away with a slap on the wrist. We later find out through mutual friends, I was not the first. My step fathers mother stayed with him. Since then I have suffered from depression and anxiety. Been through years of therapy. I slept with a baseball bat beside my bed. And slept with my mom for years. I didn’t feel safe in my own home. He knew where I lived. and i had seen him at my home town IGA once before and he stared and stared. Until my mom got back to the car and we could finally leave. And my step dads mom would still come around. Which made me very uncomfortable to the point i would leave if she came around. This morning i woke up to the news that he had lost his battle with cancer. And automatically it felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I finally feel safe in my own home. The bastard got what he deserved and i have never felt so relieved in my life. #survivor