I want someone in my family to look me in the eye and say
"I'm sorry that happened to you."
The closest I ever got was at a family gathering for a funeral shortly after I revealed my csa.
My sister was leaving and was making the rounds ...
the kissy smoochy "was so nice to see you again" thing.
She is a warm and loving person ... but not prone to showing her emotions.
When she got to me she couldn't raise her head to look at me ...
then suddenly she threw herself on me and clung to me desperately saying ...
" I didn't know ... I didn't know ... I didn't know "
My older sister had never hugged me in her life.
I was 37 years old.
I'll take what I can get.
No one in my family will talk to me about it.
My perps were not from my family ... so I am left wondering ...
.... WHY ????
There are only 5 people I would like an apology from ...
Two are dead ...
and I doubt if the other three even remember me.
From what I get in your poem you are owed loads of appologies ...
You owe not a single person one.
I'm sorry that happened to you.
((( nicky )))
Experience is a brutal teacher.