I went to sleep worried about my closely related offender, and feeling guilty for unfriending him. His life is so pathetic and sad! You know?
It’s complicated when you grew up with your offender.
I’ve always felt super responsible for this person. I know how bad it was for us growing up: I was there.
Some of you will know exactly what I am talking about.
Ambivalence. That’s what the text books call it.
Disturbing.
That’s what it’s like
when someone you love
is
someone you also need to be afraid of.
Most of my nightmare was about me trying to convince my family of a rather unusual thing:
that this guy is capable of killing me and my kids and they need to not tell him where I live.
And them
not being able to
believe me.
Yikes.
I want to blog this So that other people who love and also fear their family members, and people whose family choose not to believe them about crimes that have been committed…can know they are not alone. 🌷
“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.”
