Exposed

I'm struggling. I haven't seen my abuser since I flew into Toronto to confront him. That was 4-years ago. I became tired of the abuse I was inflicting upon myself due to the memories and the sadness I felt in my soul. When I fell in a heap of tears and broke my baby finger I decided the time had come to confront. I flew 4 hours. Rented a car. No one knew I was coming.When I stepped into their house just after dinner, he called me out to the garage.

"What are we going to tell her?", he asked.

"The truth", I told him.

I was scared. Really scared. I knew that this could change their lives forever, yet I had to say it to save myself.

She knew. She must have. How could she not?

I left out the details but said I was "touched inappropriately". She told me that if she thought I was sexually abused she would leave him.

Didn't she hear me?

I will see them on August the 6th. The day I get married.

My thoughts are scattered.