Repressed Childhood Abuse?

TL:DR - Does anyone have any experience recovering repressed childhood abuse? If so, how did you remember and how long did it take? How much did it affect you to remember? How can I go about telling my fiance when I don't remember anything, or even know if anything really happened?

Now this is REALLY long but I have to get this out.

Background - When I was younger we lived on a farm in the country. Our only close neighbors were an older couple (late 50's, early 60's maybe). They were our landlords and my father's boss. My older brother and I spent a lot of time at their house, they were babysitters of sorts, but I was there more than my brother. We'd garden, watch cable cartoons (we had basic TV) and eat ice cream. Sometimes their grandkids (also a boy and girl, similar in age) would visit and we'd play with them. We spent the night, not often but enough to have a bit of a routine. Now that background is out of the way, here we go.

1) I don't remember where my brother slept, but it wasn't the same place. I would sleep on the living room floor, and the man would sleep on the couch in the same room.

2) The man would always offer me a shoulder rub, and being the people pleaser I was I couldn't say no. I hated it and he was always too rough.

3) Once I remember standing around listening to the adults talk, and the man was hugging me from behind. I very clearly remember feeling his "junk" on my lower back, and I leaned forward a bit to get away from it, but he just leaned with me.

4) When we talked about "inappropriate touches" from adults in school, I remember immediately thinking about the shoulder rubs. I thought about telling a teacher, but I was painfully shy and terrified of confrontation.

5) Whenever I spent the night, the man would always stay up late with me watching TV and as soon as his wife went to bed we always had ice cream. Even when I didn't want it.

6) One time I was at my grandmothers taking a bath and when she gave me soap to wash my "bottom" I complained that it stung. It was light soap, not something that should have stung.

7) The older I got (around 9 or 10 maybe) I stopped wanting to go to the man's house. My mother asked why and I couldn't honestly answer, I didn't know exactly I just knew I was very uncomfortable going to their house. This happened practically overnight.

I know all that sounds bad enough, but I cannot shake the intense feeling that something more happened. How do I let it go when I don't even know if there is an "it" to let go of? I mostly just needed to get this off my chest, but if you bothered to read all of this thank you so much. I just want to move on...