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If you’re reading this then that means I changed it back to a public setting. It’s been a week since I wrote the last post and I was OK with it, but by the next morning, panic had set in.

I started doing all the things that I had done for years that had kept me silent. Wondering about what others would think of me and what will my husband think. I just couldn’t have it out there and so I changed it from public to private. It pisses me off that I am still feeling the shame. Fuck! Will that ever go away? As I write this right now, it’s still private. 

That last post took a lot out of me and it’s taken me a week to even get on here. There’s so much more I need to talk about, to write about, but I also need time to process it after I do it.

I don’t know what happened to the little girl who lives next-door to me. I don’t know if she’s  still alive today or not. What she did to me was so wrong, yet it had to have been a learned behavior and like I said before, I’m positive there were things going on in that house that should not have been happening. I can only imagine what she was experiencing firsthand. 

If she’s still out there and maybe stumbles across this, I want her to know that I forgive her and that I hope her wounds have been healed.

Still hiding.🤦‍♀️





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