Nevereverever.

I had maybe three things to say to you.  None of which were nice, so I kept them to myself.  Because I wanted to be just as nice as you weren't.
But now I'm finding that I don't want to say them anymore because there wouldn't be any point.  I won't ever forget, but I don't need to hate you and I don't need to be angry.
So it's all okay.



"It's like if I blamed my aunt Helen, I would have to blame her dad for hitting her and the friend of the family that fooled around with her when she was little.  And the person that fooled around with him.  And God for not stopping all this and things that are much worse.  And I did do that for a while, but then I just couldn't anymore.  Because it wasn't going anywhere.  Because it wasn't the point."