Survivinguy, Jeff, Robbie, Drop, Little Big Man, Puffer, lbcali, Daniel, Green, Chase Eric, PeteN, Devon, StAiNeD...
I am weeping for each of you. and for myself. i don't think i have cried about it since I was 10 or 11 - the time i decided i wouldn't give that satisfaction ever again of letting him see me react to the pain.
If it's not to much to handle, how did you deal with it?
for years, decades, i laughed about it and pretended that it was just a normal part of growing up - never let on even to myself how bad it really was. But i started to realize when i had kids that i wasn't going to repeat the past with them. only the past few months i admitted the full extent.
As my life goes on I believe somehow something's changed
Something deep inside...
I've been searchin so long to find an answer
Now I know my life has meaning
Now I see myself as I am, feeling very free...
When my tears have come to an end I will understand
What I left behind: a part of me. Chicago