Confrontation
12 months ago
I grew up as an abused child; mother was the abuser, father allowed it.
In my late forties, before both their (parents) deaths, I confronted them with my continuing anger about the abuse.
I told my father, in the presence of my mother, that I was angrier at him than at her. “I knew she was nuts, but you…You did nothing to help, nothing to stop it. I can forgive her easier than I can forgive you”
It changed nothing in the past, my venting, but it sure relieved my then present and the ongoing future.
