I have to see them both tomorrow. I know that other women went through worse. I know they can’t do anything to me ever again. So why am I so afraid?
Last month, we had dinner with my parents… Because it’s complicated. Stepdad turns to me and says, “how about all of that sexual harassment in Hollywood?” He has no right to bring that up after what he did to me! It’s confusing.
Tomorrow, they will both be there at the same time in the same place. They weren’t always all bad. He was better than my birth father. I need my mother because I’m disabled. But the toxicity I feel around them is suffocating me.
I feel so guilty for talking badly about them… Especially my brother.