My H's perp is still very present in our lives, to this very day. It's a family member and unfortunately, my H is still early in recovery and cannot come to to terms with his Perp. I, however, hold an overabundant amount of hatred and disgust towards him. Every time I see him, I want to just tear him apart. My H remains civil and respectful, I, just sit there and stir in hate towards the man who took both of our lives away, with his acts...
Someone hand me a virtual bat. I'll join in.
"When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy.’ They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life." - John Lennon