I’ve always felt that the word “forgive” is overused and misconstrued. I understand why everyone says it and encourages it, it’s for our own good really. Even if the bible doesn’t require us to forgive unrepentive people, we should still do it for our own personal peace. Continue reading Can you Forgive and Still Remain Angry?
I love to read so when I travel I hit all the local used books stores and load up on books. I’ve had this books for quite some time but now wish I’d bought it when it was first released and paid full price because it explains my mindset and what’s in my heart, better than I ever could find the words to do. Continue reading Your Life Is Your Own, What Will You Do With It?
I’m not bitter with you, I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry that you didn’t want to be a part of my life and my successes. I feel sorry that you would rather be my biggest failure. I feel sorry that you chose a life without me in it. I feel sorry that I’ve accomplished so much in the last couple of years and you’ve heard nothing about it. I feel sorry that you have no right to be proud of me. I feel sorry that you will never be a part of my life again. I feel sorry that I let you hurt me as badly as you did. I feel sorry that I put so much trust and effort into building a relationship with you; a relationship that you just didn’t want. I feel sorry that I had faith in you. Most of all, though, I feel sorry that you will forever feel that I’m simply not good enough.
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.