Sorry for talking incessantly but as I catch up I’m noting a great deal of admissions and confessional-type statements about friends in here having suffered extreme abuse, friends having felt trapped in relationships (not solely romantic ones), friends having realized literal decades later that those who loved them dearly also destroyed them severely, friends who have had to pick up the pieces of their intricate lives with such great, gradual difficulty, etc. You know what I mean and there are plenty of other stories I’m spotting in here as I read and my heart is just all up in it.
I’m twenty-nine. I don’t know much, if anything, about how the world works. And God only knows the Universe won’t explain itself to me. I don’t understand why the Universe placed you and me and us in these vile situations with people whom we trusted to love us and care for us as deeply as we cared for them, but I can only pray you recognize your worth and your ability to counter the cruelty of your circumstances. You can heal. You can fight back. You can win. You can be happy—happy “again” or maybe even happy for the first time. You don’t have to allow an “Alice” to keep a claw on your shoulder at all times.
And I understand that we all have diverse opinions and I try my haaaaardest to acknowledge this at every turn but it really ain’t even remotely fuckin cute to walk around in here declaring that abuse survivors “tacitly consent” to their victimhood if they’re adults. Child/adult/whatever—victims are victims. Nobody “consents” to having their lives scissored to pieces and lit on fire.
That is all, back to catching up…