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TRIGGER WARNING: DISCUSSION OF ABUSE IN MULTIPLE FORMS
Ophelia, if you’re reading this, skip today.
So. Today was slammed at work. We were steady and short handed, so it was exhausting. In a mostly good way.
But work isn’t what I really want to talk about. I don’t want to talk about anything, really. I’m so tired, mentally and physically, but I don’t know if I’m going to get good rest.
It’s my stepfather’s death anniversary. The man who abused me. Mentally, emotionally, physically, and sexually. He died five years ago today.
I can’t say I’m sorry he’s gone. Some of my siblings have good memories with their dad. He was… complicated. But not a good man. Not to me.
I don’t know how to feel. Glad? Relieved? Sad? I dunno. I’m too tired to parse it out beyond the fact that I am feeling something.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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I will always try to show my support even if it makes me relive some of my own pain sis. I’m so sorry for what my father did.