Sounds fucked up but I really don't know what to do with him. I can't blame him for being a prostitute because I would still be blaming myself. So I what did I gain besides meeting that shitty little kid that I've been hiding for 40+ years?
it's not about blame.
it's not about excuses.
it's about acceptance.
based on the truth.
that's all he wants.
and what you need too.
and what you gain is another step toward wholeness.
still hurting - but not so lonely.
(i am trying to do the same with my younger self.
sometimes it is hard.)
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