When I was 8 or 9 my mom married my stepdad, who is a wonderful person who I love more than my mother. Unfortunately this marriage brought new family, one of these people being my stepgrandfather. I used to have to spend the night at his house, and that's where things always went wrong. He would give me creepy sex talks, describing his experiences with his ex-wife and trying to basically sexually educate me in creepy and perverted ways, once putting a condom onto a syringe cover to try and demonstrate. He always told me not to tell my parents, and I listened. He never touched me during those talks, but outside of them he would grab my ass, make me kiss him too long, try and persuade me that it was fine for me to be comfortable around him naked. He would come into the bathroom while I was in the shower and wait until I came out.

I tried to avoid his house for the next 3 or 4 years, never telling my parents. Until last November when both of them lost their jobs at once, causing us to lose our house, and our only options were to go homeless or to live with my stepgrandfather. I've been living with him for a year now, but my parents know about what happened. Not only did he sexually harass me, but now living with him, he's just a horrible, stubborn, asshole. They still force me to be nice and try to make me be sympathetic towards him because of his many health issues, but I hate him with all of my being. I hold no positive feelings towards the man, but I'm forced to interact and see him everyday. Although they do not allow him to make physical contact with me, which is nice I guess. I still don't feel safe in my own home.

And now that my parents have jobs, they were house hunting. But now that my stepgrandfather's nurses have said he can't live alone, and he can't afford a nursing home, we have to live with him until he dies. It's been estimated that he'll luve another 3 years. I'm 15 so that's how long it'll take for me to reach college. I don't think I can hold in that long.