A few weeks ago, at a casual get-together, I heard that my childhood molester had died around three years ago. (Her name was one of many that came up as people were reminiscing. No one there knew what she'd done to me.) Supposedly, after I got away from her, she'd finished school, moved out of state, got married, had kids, and made a decent life
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You are a writer, lady. The story is beautifully told. I actually feel sorry for the abuser because she is a victim too, and I don't know how anyone gets past the kind of abuse she suffered. Nonetheless, if it were my little girl and I found out I think I might have killed her.
As for your getting past all of that and becoming the kind of person you are: I'm always awed yet I'm not surprised. I spent 19 years teaching in a school that was labeled 'high risk' and what amazed me more than anything is the capacity of the human spirit to shine despite having been subjected to all kinds of heinous experiences. So, shine on! (And thank you for being brave enough to be open about things that many of us carry inside and never speak of.)
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Thanks for your sweet words.
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