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these people.

Man that had to be a tough thing to deal with for all you children in that community. He stayed there all this time. Whoa.

To call it cathartic is an understatement.

Please take care of yourself and know that he is gone forever and that you are strong. Treat and pamper yourself like you would for a dear friend.

and poured myself a glass of wine. I figure that the sun is over the yardarm SOMEWHERE on the planet.

He is facing his Karma, and I'm facing some very extra cheesy potatoes au gratin with smoked sausage and sweet onion.

blighted by this horrible, damaged person. I wish you peace and continued healing. Thank you for trusting us and letting us know. You have a huge community of well-wishers here.

Five family deaths and the loss of my sweet little tortie, Boudicca, for starters. I always knew, no matter what time of day or night, someone would read and understand the pain and the loss.

most vulnerable. He stole your childhood and innocence--and the same for all those other children.

I hope this ends your suffering. My thoughts are with you.

close your eyes and realize, YOU OUTLIVED THE ASSHOLE. breath out.

I could go years without thinking about him, in particular, and then something would trigger a memory.

Once in a while, I look at the tombstone of my molester on FindaGrave.com just to reassure myself that he can't hurt me, my sister, or my cousins ever again.

Just that he died. Not when. Not where. Not a word about sadness or grief. Just the fact that he died and there would be no service. So cut an dry.

Maybe I'm still deeply grieving losing my sister, 4 years ago, but I still feel a pinch of grief, every single day. Same about the brother I lost, in 1976. I can't help but express emotion, every time I think, talk or write about them.

And, maybe believing he died as a reviled, unloved person makes me feel better. Not proud of that, but it is what it is, and I think most people, who have found themselves in the same situation, will agree.