I found him; I have his address and phone number. I
certainly won’t call him, but I've written a letter. It isn't accusatory and
cruel, but it asks the questions I've had over the years. He’s had control of
my life forever. I’m taking back my life. I probably won’t get the answers I
seek, but I needed to do this. He’ll probably write back with excuses and how
much he loves me – but I don’t know if I can believe any of that. What he did
will never be okay. I’ll never accept what he did; it was horribly sick and
wrong, but I forgive him. I need to let go, I need control of my life back. My
life is mine, and only mine.
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