We were just walking through Walmart, when this guy suddenly asks about my brother. We told him, and then he told us his name (because we obviously didn't know who he was), and that's when I knew.
So, I saw my molester today, how was your day?
It happened when I was about 4 (and he was about 10-11), but I didn't remember until 2 years ago. So, that sucked.
This sucks too...so much more.
I didn't say anything to him after that, I just left. He may not even remember doing it, but I do. And I wish I didn't.
...I hope I get over this soon.