Grandpa was a perv for sure

I had a good friend who lived a few houses away from us and we spent a lot of time together. When I was 17 and she was 16, we were at my house watching TV.  I was lying on the floor under a table and she was sitting on the couch. My grandfather came in and sat right next to her on the couch.  I suppose he didn’t see me there. He kept nudging her, and she turned and put her fists up and said, “you wanna fight?”  He said, “no, I want to make love. I think you’re sexy.”  She asked me, “are you going to do anything?”  I’m still ashamed that I didn’t stand up for my friend at that moment.  We just got up and walked out of the room. I hate that I didn’t have the guts to even say anything.

Another friend reminded me today that we were all three together once when he tried to grab that same friend’s butt as we walked by.

It’s no wonder my friend and I wrote and recorded (onto 8-track) a song about him.  I wish I still had that tape.

Yes, this is the same grandfather who was written about by my sister in another post.

~ by dysfunctionalfamily on January 5, 2008.