The only thing we've talked abt related to that, that whole summer was, "when are we going to see my dad again" me and my sister asked. My grandma just told us " until you're 18 or when he gets his shit together "
When I came back home to my mom in Texas where I live, I had to go to therapy every Monday which was fun but awkward. They gave us dinner every time we went like chick fil a or subway etc;. The last day in therapy I had to tell a therapist what happened that night so she could type it and I would read it to my mom but it was so hard to tell her without breaking down in tears.
She gave me her computer and I typed it up. My mom came in the room, it was only a picture on the wall a round table and 3 chairs. She sat in a chair and smiled at me. I read her what I typed in the computer and bust into tears. She cried in hurt and anger.
I'm 13 now and I'm still trying to forgive him through god. I used to always say " I don't believe in god. If he was real he wouldn't have let this happen" but god chooses his strongest soldiers. There will always be something good coming for you and my dad's life is in the hands of his choices and the punishments from god. If you have a story similar to mine and haven't reached out to tell someone, it isn't your fault you will not be punished for what someone else did and their choices will drown them in guilt SPEAK UP!!💜
