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I was told last week that the man who molested me when I was 4 years old, died.
The worst part is that another little girl accused him of the same thing, and it was my own mother who went to court to say he would never do such a thing, that he was a decent man.
I don't know if I should feel rage. I don't know if I should feel pleased.
I mostly just feel like finally telling my father that his best friend touched me inappropriately 18 years ago, as if it were some punchline to a joke. As if I would tell him and then he would laugh.
I guess I'll just let it fall into the category of "Things We Can Do Nothing About, Now."
The worst part is that another little girl accused him of the same thing, and it was my own mother who went to court to say he would never do such a thing, that he was a decent man.
I don't know if I should feel rage. I don't know if I should feel pleased.
I mostly just feel like finally telling my father that his best friend touched me inappropriately 18 years ago, as if it were some punchline to a joke. As if I would tell him and then he would laugh.
I guess I'll just let it fall into the category of "Things We Can Do Nothing About, Now."