How did that feel?
When I lived in my hometown, where I was sexually assaulted by a person just passing through who decided he'd sell his drugs in MY town...I kept running into him...literally, nearly every week, he would just cross my path in the city. My boyfriend at the time didn't really understand, and he kept convincing me to stay a while longer, because he wanted to marry me, so he could get settled in his career...but he didn't realise how freakin' hard it was to just BE in my town, knowing that, at any time, this guy could, and DID, just walk past me.
I was forced to walk past places where he frequented, and friends would drive right past where it actually happened (which was in the carpark of the Australian Defense Force, ironically) totally oblivious to what it represented to me. It was a nightmare, and I felt like I couldn't escape, until one day I got fed up with being scared in my own town.
I went past the local bar where he and his friends used to hang ou, and I walked past and stopped, and decided there and then to walk in and confront his friends with what their frined had done to me.
I walked in, and sat down next to one guy, who poured me a beer. Then, the guy who assaulted me walked in and he came and sat down near me, and it was all I could do to not smash my glass in his face, which was the impulse I had.
I told his friends what he did to me. None of them did anything of course...but one guy did applaud me for 'showing my strength'.
After that I wasn't scared anymore...but everytime I saw the guy who did that to me, I noticed that his pace quickened and he seemed to shrink in fear around me...which was interesting. I guess the fact that I told my brother what he did, and he had his army out looking for him, probably had some part to play in his fearful response...but I like to think it's because I took back the power and decided he was on MY turf, and he's the one who should be scared...not me.