I "get" what you are saying, Riley. My father was my predator. For the sake of my mom and siblings, I protected him and didn't say anything to anyone. Until adulthood, that is, when everything unraveled and my father became overconfident that none of us would ever tell.
Little by little, we all began talking. The surprising thing is, my father's passive aggressive behavior escalated into all out unending emotional assault.
Although I have secretly hated him all my life, my anger has not been directed at him. My anger has been directed at myself and has manifested itself in many ways.
For some reason, it is easier for me to forgive my predator than it is to forgive myself. In my case, it was part of the programming that a predator does to a 3-year old boy.
I have taken to the stand-up comedy stage to educate other male survivors and those who try to love them. I blog about my isolated religious upbringing where physical and sexual abuse were commonplace and I serve as a facilitator of a weekly support group for men who have suffered sexual assault.