Today I received and accepted an apology that I had kind of come to the conclusion I was never going to get. I had already absolved him of his wrongdoings in therapy seven years ago. But it sent a shiver down my spine, reading those words, "I am truly sorry... I just wanted you to know I regret what happened."
Choosing to let all of it go now. I can be at peace finally. My PTSD will always remain, and will probably act up from time to time, but I don't have to let it run my life. I am free. I am free.
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