A man who was a friend of family tried to sexually assault me when I was 13, he was 40 at the time. TW: He was seemingly a nice man, so my friend and I got into his car for the drive home so while my aunt was in the front seat, this man sat next to me in the back seat. It was dark, and he took his hand and placed it under my shirt on my bare stomach, I was scared and disgusted but since the vehicle was his, I didn't want to make a scene. He then took his other hand and placed it on my thigh (ontop of my jeans) and tried sliding it up towards my private parts. I was terrified, but slapped his hand to which he smiled and asked "what's wrong?" I was confused, but I didn't say anything and left it at that. Long story short, I constantly felt intimidated by this man as he'd place his hand on my butt during photos, he'd single me out and attempt to make small talk, and I felt scared, diminished and helpless.
A month before my 16th, I finally told my family about this, but regardless, my mum still invited him to my 16th b'day (as it was a huge party and she needed to invite everyone). During which, he again cornered me and gave me a 'sex in the city' perfume, and told me it was a special gift between me and him. My friends were creeped out and I felt the worst, I hated my party, everything. Years later, I'm 21 now and my family recently invited him over to help around with some woodwork, and eachtime I see him I feel disgusted and angry. I get into constant arguments with mum, and even threw a tantrum like a kid for allowing him to work at our house despite knowing everything that happened.
