I now have the funeral date. Don't quite know how I'm going to cope being so physically close to my 9 year sexual abuser (haven't seen him in 14 years) and still focus in the important things: her, her service, she has the preacher she wanted, and a fairly rubbish poem from me.
How I can be this selfish when everyone else in the family etc is grieving as well...but I;m cut out of all of that because my abuser;s wife (and maybe him-maybe in the run up Definitely there for funeral( will be there so it would be awkward,. Best I remain in the shadows where everyone wants me.
I feel so low and something as stupid as a sodding date has sent me west. How I;m going to keep on putting the smile up no idea.
Last edited by Buttons. : 06-11-2019 at 08:45 PM.
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