On Sundays Blog I said that I would try to write about what happened in cyprus with my last step Father.. so I will try to do that today!

It was all arranged, I was going to go to cyprus with this man, my husband approved and we prepared to leave.. on arrival in cyprus we were met by a tour rep who directed us to a bus tha would take us to our apartment for the holiday.. it was very hot about 80' and we were both in need of a cool drink by the time we got to our destination.. it was also 3am.. so not much was open but the appartment buildings manager was there to welcome us and told us there were cold drinks in the fridge of the apartment. We decided to try and get some sleep, going exploring the next day.. I was surprised on arrival at the appartment to find it was only the one bedroom... with twin beds! I asked how we were going to do this and he said 'If you change in the bathroom I'll be in bed before you get back.. there was a dresser between the beds o I though it would be ok... and I had no reason not to trust this man...

Anyways I got changed and went to sleep, waking up about 7am as it was so hot! we both needed to eat and went out to find somewhere to get food.. the first few days of the holiday were great, we went exploring and I showed him area's that I had been to when I'd lived there with my husband.. We also looked up some of my old friends and caught up with them, lazing on the beach during the days and going out for meals and drinks in the evenings... it was looking to be a really good holiday until he ruined it all on about the 6th day...

We'd been out all day and when we got back to the area of the apartment decided to go and get some dinner, we went to a little restaurant up the road that we'd been to before and the staff started making comments about how lucky he was to have me on his arm! I made it clear to them that we were NOT a couple, he was my step father who had just lost his wife (my Mum) and needed a break.. anyways we had our meal and went for a walk along the beach before returning to the rooms.... I got ready for bed as did he and we went to sleep... I was woken up in the middle of the night by something, I don't know what it was now but I woke with a start... I found that somehow he had moved the dresser from between the beds and pushed his bed up against mine! I asked him what he was doing? and he said 'nothing'... Then I felt something on my thigh.... it was him... the beds were so close that he could touch me... I started to panic.... then noticed that as he touched me he was masterbating.. he started calling me by my mums name.... I totally freaked out... screamed at him and ran to the bathroom shouting out 'why! why! what the fuck do you think your doing?' he said 'I'm sorry, I got carried away'... ??????
With tears streaming down my face I grabbed some clothes and ran from the room shouting at him, 'how dare you! how fucking dare you! you know what happened to me in the past, mum told you, and now your doing it to?' He said it was different because he loved me? I shouted back 'if you loved me you wouldn't do this'... I was gone for ages, no idea how long but eventually I knew I had to go back, I had no money on me nothing, I'd left it all in the room with him... when I returned he was sat there crying about how much he missed my mum? he had no idea what he had done to me that made me so upset... he thought it was me over reacting!
There was nothing I could do, we had three days left of the holiday and I couldn't afford to pay for a flight home early, I had to stay there and cope with it all... We agreed that we would basically try to stay out of each others way until it was time to go home... it seemed the best move, but at night we both had to be in that apartment.. there was no where else to go.. I insisted that he sleep in the lounge room on the sofa and leave me alone in the bedroom... I closed the door each night thinking that I'd hear it if it opened as I didn't sleep very well... I was scared of him and tried to stay awake each night until I could hear him snore.. then I knew it was safe for me to sleep... The night before we were due to come home, I'd gone to bed early I was exhausted from not sleeping well the previous nights.. I was woken by feelings of pressure... pressure on my chest and legs.... when I looked he was on top of me!! pain......... horrible pain...... it was happeing again.... I didn't know what to do.... I shouted 'get off me, leave me alone... fuck off' 'what are you doing, why?' I got out of the room ran down the corridor tears streaming down my face.... the apartment manager saw me but if he spoke I have no idea what he said, I ran from the building into the street, it was about 6am.. the streets were deserted no one around.. as I ran to the beach and cried...

I didn't know what to do... we were going home that afternoon and I couldn't wait... I knew that I had to go back to the rooms to pack and hoped that he wouldn't be there.... he wasn't.. he'd gone out.. so I packed my things and left headed for the airport and waited for the flight home.... I saw him at the airport and he said I'm sorry... he was crying.. like it was my fault?

Sorry can't do anymore..