After a certain point, there's nothing left to forgive. I've passed that point.

Dec 12, 2005 20:06

I've just had the single most emotional day of my entire life. I've never been that scared and confused, and I've never been that angry. Ever. I have nothing left. I can't believe what's happened to me in the last ten hours or so. In that time, I've lost all ability to view my mother with anything except unadulterated hatred, and I don't think that that's ever going to change after the events of today.

Who would've ever thought that my mother would lie to my face and tell me that she KNEW that my girl, my Love, Meg, had been raped by her father, and then try to CONSOLE me when I went insane and fell apart. And then to find that she had fabricated lies about Meg in order to convince a psychologist to "diagnose" Meg as a subject of sexual abuse by her father...

It all started with me telling her about my dream. She said that my intuitive subconscious had picked up on the truth in my dream, with Meg's evil father on the phone, the pitch-black darkness, then our deaths.

I can't even begin to absorb all of the events of today - and I've scarcely even written about just one of them. I would write about all of it instead of touching on it, but I'm too wasted by today. I haven't even begun...
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