Random Rants 2
How do you tell someone about your painful past when it's something you've long buried in shame? How do you tell your family to stay clear of someone without exposing your "dirty laundry"? In this age of social media, it makes it even more difficult to avoid meeting people from your past you'd rather forget.
The last post had me ranting about the nerve of this cousin who wanted to befriend me in FB. I said "NO FREAKING WAY!" and ignored his request. But when he started commenting on my sisters' pages and pictures, I started to grow alarmed. As long as he's at the other end of the country, I can forget about him. But with cheap flights around these islands, I worry that it's only a matter of time before he tries to contact my pretty sisters in person and they suffer the same fate I did. I hope to God not.
Still, I know I won't be able to avoid it any longer. I need to keep them safe. In a sense it was probably luck I got the short end of the straw because I was strong enough to survive it and have some semblance of normal in my life (if by normal you mean functioning). The few girls I know who have more or less the same experience as I did still find it difficult to form healthy, long-lasting relationships with the opposite sex. Any wonder why we find it hard to trust men? The irony of it is, people look at us like it was our fault. (I was 5 years old, you idiot! My friend was 7. A friend was an adult already but she was wearing her rattiest work clothes with her hair in all directions. Someone tell me if we were out to get them in those states.)
So I will tell my sisters and pray they still love and respect me after saying my piece. (and forgiveness be damned but I hope guys like him rot in hell.)
The last post had me ranting about the nerve of this cousin who wanted to befriend me in FB. I said "NO FREAKING WAY!" and ignored his request. But when he started commenting on my sisters' pages and pictures, I started to grow alarmed. As long as he's at the other end of the country, I can forget about him. But with cheap flights around these islands, I worry that it's only a matter of time before he tries to contact my pretty sisters in person and they suffer the same fate I did. I hope to God not.
Still, I know I won't be able to avoid it any longer. I need to keep them safe. In a sense it was probably luck I got the short end of the straw because I was strong enough to survive it and have some semblance of normal in my life (if by normal you mean functioning). The few girls I know who have more or less the same experience as I did still find it difficult to form healthy, long-lasting relationships with the opposite sex. Any wonder why we find it hard to trust men? The irony of it is, people look at us like it was our fault. (I was 5 years old, you idiot! My friend was 7. A friend was an adult already but she was wearing her rattiest work clothes with her hair in all directions. Someone tell me if we were out to get them in those states.)
So I will tell my sisters and pray they still love and respect me after saying my piece. (and forgiveness be damned but I hope guys like him rot in hell.)
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