After I came back from my latest New York trip where I visited the court to vacate warrants from 35 years ago, I found an email. It was from one of the people who I had suffered abuse from. I was shocked to say the least. I never thought I would ever confront or talk of what happened that day so long ago. I thought about it and I decided to email them back.
I was surprised to hear the response, the person admitted the abuse, but downgraded what happened. He questioned what actually happened that day, saying he remembered differently than I did.
I was not surprised at his response. For him to remember or admit to exactly what I did would have been too much to ask for I guess. I would have been really shocked if he would have said, yes I remember exactly what you are talking about. And after I reread the email, I started to feel angry that he would try to downgrade the event, the abuse.
But I had to let it go, and just know that I know what happened, and if he choses to remember the way he has that is what he has to do.
I still had the satisfaction of knowing I had told him what he did and how it had effected my life.
I told him I did not hate him.