When I was eleven, my stepdad started touching me. At first, I didn’t like it, but then I slowly started to love it. After a while, I began to crave it at night. However, he started to push me away, only to come back later.

Sometimes, I would catch him staring at me, and I couldn’t tell if he was just using me or if he didn’t know how to feel. Now, I have moved forward, and it’s awkward when we are alone. I still love him because he’s the only father figure I have, but everything is slowly going back to normal now.