Stacy’s Story – I Don’t Feel This Story Deserves a Name

President Trump says “she doesn’t remember what year it was, she doesn’t remember where it happened” etc but I do t remember the day either. I don’t remember what day it was that I learned how to get out of a hold by pretending to faint. I dont remember what ELSE happened the day my grandfathers dry humping almost almost turned to penetration, and I I don’t remember what ELSE happened the day he had me pinned down on the bed…the day I got away and finally told someone, but given the current political situation, I guess I’m glad I had a witness. I told my cousin, who told his dad, who took the day off work one Monday in March of 1992 to catch his dad in the act of molesting his neice. Thank goodness he was my witness because how else would anyone believe that the patriarch next door was doing this to his granddaughter? He was a “War Hero” after all…he’s still my younger brothers hero bc I don’t think he fully understands what happened to me..