Why I Hate Older Men

Growing up with separated parents and family-related crisis hampered my mental health, but it never brought me to my knees. I never gave in to feeling unworthy.

Never let your child stay with anyone expect you, no matter the circumstances, especially if the family or relative they will be staying with seems unconcerned.

I lived with different family relatives. Most days, I felt like an outcast while staying with them.

I always got the smallest portion of cold food, wore the least beautiful clothes, did the majority of housework, and was always scolded at.

Overall, I consider myself to be extremely intelligent and open-minded.

Being a divorced child, I faced many difficulties. After my parents divorced, I moved to my aunt’s house, but not right away; it was several years later. My aunt was both pleasant and unpleasant at same time.

She had two girls, one around my age and the other much younger.

She’s married to a man who has other wives, because I noticed at the time that he rarely visits.

He only comes when he wants to punish his children for failing their exams, disown them for a few weeks, and then accept them back the next time he visits.

My aunt’s spouse never invites me to his family meetings. I am either lounging outside or looking for friends to play with until they’re done. I often feel rejected. I genuinely wanted to take part, but I never got the opportunity.

Where hatred originates.

My aunt leaves in a slum where individuals are readily influenced by dirty behavior in which the elderly upset (have sex with ) the young (particularly girls), and most of the time it goes unrecognized and unheard by that child’s parents.

A particular older man, married with three children, seemed to be sexually interested in me.

When his wife wouldn’t be around, he would call me and express his desire to marry me, despite the fact that I was not yet thirteen years old.

For several reasons, I am irritated by him. his words, his appearance, and everything about him. His presence frightens me.

This continued for a while, I was too afraid to denounce him to my aunt, and even if I did, she wouldn’t believe me.

I despise the existence of this man. He keeps promising to buy me whatever I want in order to patronise me. He once told me that he was a doctor studying in London. He even composed a fvcking song to entertain me.

Here goes the song in question.

Sara, will you marry me?

Sara, will you marry me?

I am a doctor working in London. Sara, will you marry me?

I despised him. More than anything , I despise the way he looks and how he sings the song. I despised his cringe-worthy spoiled eyes. I hated everything about his hairless head.

He progressed to hugging and patting my back whenever he sees me. My aunt assumed that was simply normal or him being friendly. Bro, this was not normal.

Definitely felt like stabbing this older guy every time he did that. I promptly began hiding and fleeing from him.

Every time he leaves his house to come to my aunt’s, I look for anything to pretend to be doing or pretend to be sleeping soundly.

When he sees me heading to school in the morning, he smiles brazenly at me. I despised it and wanted to get rid of him. But I had no notion what I might have done.

Fortunately, his wife became dissatisfied with our neighborhood and chose to relocate. It was a huge relief and a safe place for me. I became so pleased when I heard the news, but no one knows why.

I developed a huge hatred for older men and continue to feel this way. I’m in my twenties now and still feel this way, but not towards every older man.

Disclaimer: This is based on my own childhood experiences.

Thank you for reading.