Sounds fucked up but I really don't know what to do with him. I can't blame him for being a prostitute because I would still be blaming myself. So I what did I gain besides meeting that shitty little kid that I've been hiding for 40+ years?
it's not about blame.
it's not about excuses.
it's about acceptance.
based on the truth.
that's all he wants.
and what you need too.
and what you gain is another step toward wholeness.
still hurting - but not so lonely.
(i am trying to do the same with my younger self.
sometimes it is hard.)
How long, LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen?
Or cry out to you, “Violence!” but you do not save?
Why do you make me look at injustice?
Why do you tolerate wrongdoing?...
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails....