You Never Have to Feel Guilty for Doing What’s Right
I need to follow my own advice
Justice is a fickle bitch.
There was a time when I was absolutely positive I made the right choice. I put my Father and his brother in jail for sexually assaulting my sister and I. It began when we were very young. For me, it started when I was around 5 years old, and lasted into my preteen years. For my sister, who is 6 years my senior, I assume it was the same ages for her.
She left our house when she was 15 years old, and ended up in an abusive relationship. I was left behind to deal with the mess that my parents made of me, and of my life.
Moving On
After a few years in my own abusive relationship with a boy, and many lessons learned, I found love, got married, and eventually had a baby girl. I kept her far away from the toxins in my family tree, and vowed to protect her with every fiber of my heart and soul. At 28 years old, now, she hardly knows my family, and it is because I did the right thing.
Once I had managed to escape the roots of my childhood home and find my own way with my husband, we moved…
