I’m 32 years old, and my life has been pretty stable. I have a good job, a cozy home, and I’m close with my family. My dad and I have always had a great relationship, and his best friend, Tom, has been like an uncle to me growing up. Recently, though, he’s been staying at our house, and things have taken a very uncomfortable turn.

Tom is going through a rough patch, and my dad, being the generous man he is, offered him our spare room until he gets back on his feet. At first, I didn’t mind—Tom had always been kind to me, and I felt like helping him was the right thing to do. But a few days into his stay, I started to notice something strange.

One morning, I woke up earlier than usual and went to the kitchen to grab a coffee. On my way back, I noticed my bedroom door slightly ajar. Quietly, I walked over, peeking in just in time to see Tom quickly closing the door to my closet. My heart started racing, and I stepped back, unsure of what I’d just witnessed. I decided to leave it alone, thinking maybe he was just looking for something. But then it happened again, and this time, it was worse.

I came home early from work one day, hoping to surprise everyone with dinner. As I walked toward my room to change, I noticed my door was open again. When I looked inside, I saw Tom standing in my closet, holding one of my underwear, bringing it to his face and smelling it. I felt a wave of nausea and shock hit me. My first instinct was to yell, to demand an explanation, but I was too stunned to move.

I quickly backed away, not wanting him to know I’d seen him. I felt violated and disgusted, my mind racing with a million thoughts. How could he do this? I’d trusted him, and he betrayed that trust in the most awful way. The worst part is that I don’t know how to bring this up with my dad. He’s always seen Tom as a brother, and I know this would break his heart.

I’ve been avoiding Tom as much as possible, locking my door whenever I leave the room, and keeping my distance. But the discomfort is unbearable. I feel unsafe in my own home, and I’m constantly on edge, wondering if he’s sneaking around when I’m not there.

I need to tell my dad, but I don’t know how. I’m afraid of what this might do to their friendship, but I know I can’t keep this to myself. No one should have to feel uncomfortable or unsafe in their own home. It’s time for me to confront this situation, no matter how difficult it may be. My safety and peace of mind come first, and I need to reclaim my space and my sense of security.