I've grieved, and grieved a lot for the little boy who was molested. I've been angry at my brother... so angry I could throttle him, I could even murder him! In the last year I've come to know some peace on this issue. I feel I've done a lot of healing already. Is it true, though? He did an awful thing, but he didn't KEEP doing it... an error of judgment? Did he stop because he knew it was wrong? Yes, it was terrible... yes, he took away my innocense, but I want to get on with my life now. I don't want to dwell on this anymore. Am I fooling myself? Am I telling myself these things because I don't want to do the hard work of therapy?
“Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates” -Mark Twain