This is not a letter asking how you’ve been or inquiring about what you are up to because none of that concerns me. My only concern is the future and in order for me to move forward, from this point, at any distance, I have to look back on those years that you were a part of my life and reflect on all of the sexual abuse that you committed against me. You didn’t just molest me, P Jr. or abuse me sexually, you raped me.
Years ago, a friend, someone in the field of counseling, gave me the idea to write this letter. A letter to you, letting you know how your actions and, thereafter, lack of actions caused years of considerable pain and stress on the lives of many people. I should have written this letter back then but didn’t because I didn’t want to hurt anyone. So, my choice not to put it all on paper then was kindness both to you, Dad and the rest of the family. Today, I am not looking to be kind. I am only interested in telling the truth, something you have never told, at least not in regards to yourself, your children or your step-children.
Hi everyone. Here’s Peyton and his Mommy. At nine months old, our little spark plug weighs 20 pounds. He is not a fan of baby food but prefers eating regular food with his Mommy and Daddy at mealtimes and he has decided to skipped crawling and go straight to walking. He isn’t able to do it all on his own yet but when you hold his little hands he will walk all over the place to get where he wants to go.
Thank you for keeping Peyton in your prayers.