When i was around 13, 14, to 15 someone who lived with me started to get very friendly with me, he wanted us to be best friends and told me i could tell him anything, He was around 60 or so. I remember some of his first comments about if he was my age he would marry me, or bringing up a naked barbaque he had once and telling me that being naked was normal, wanting me to take a trip with him to the beach when i turned 18, alone i think or with family, i don't remember. Continuing to insist i could tell him anything and ask about any questions about growing up and that he was my best friend, telling me how beautiful i was, basic groomer shit. He also had his search history he didn't bother clearing, lot of barely legal teen porn, weird youtube reccomendations of young girls doing gymnastics, and going on online sites with chatrooms and pretending he was an 18 year old trying to roleplay with girls. Awful stuff on it's own, but he also from what i remember touched my breasts twice, kissed me on the lips for longer then two seconds (i think, it was drawn out), and touched my ass under the guise of massage, which he offered to me to help me sleep and i figured since why not..which started out great and normal but at some point he just kept touching my ass instead of anywhere else and so i just stopped it and just got more and more distant with him as i got older, finally realizing how wrong that shit was at some point. But i was so confused to what to call it and worried that i was overreacting in my horror. I had tried asking online once before but panicked when someone said they were so sorry to hear what happened and promptly deleted it all.. I just kept it in the back of my mind most of the time but i was getting more and more angry with him and desprate to know what to call it and to understand what had happened, i hadn't told anybody and i just wanted to say something about it so bad. I finally did tell three of my friends when they opened up about their own expriences similar, and i only went surface level and didn't bother bringing up the touching. I don't plan on telling anyone in my home life, ever, not even sure about a therapist. But i wanted to try again and ask about it where i think i can, it's been getting harder and harder to ignore. He still lives with me and becomes more senile, bitter, and mentally ill as time goes by, diving into the delusion and fantasy of conspiracy theories and arguing with people on the internet, hiding away and smoking his lungs out, overly offended at the breeze drifts by him wrong... The most he does anymore are comments, and sometimes i get paranoid that he's staring at me when he's behind me but i can't be sure. Remarkably he wonders why i've grown so distant and loathe being in the same room as him.. My family is stuck with him and the very least he can do is give us extra money if he doesn't spend it on himself first. I have no idea how things will turn out. He would've been a good guy if he wasn't so awful, he had good qualites, and a whole lot of wasted potential wasting away on his shitty little life.