So is most everyone who went to a Catholic School. We might not have learned about Nam or Korea but by god did we learn about the Know Nothings…

Obviously you did not go to a Catholic school

Big cars have little humor and little cars have no humor at all

I spent 20 years protecting him; and now at long last I feel free…

My chest feels lighter, as if my heart and lungs were once as heavy as stone but now are light as feathers? I feel like a canoe dug out from a tree.

I spent twenty years suffering in relative silence. I spent my entire childhood wanting to scream to anyone who listened how my father the kindly playground supervisor and library volunteer at my school abused me… and now I finally have… is this what Catharsis feels like? This empty hollowness?

My father looked ashamed when she brought me in and up to my room. She made me dinner and brought me some water. And I haven’t left my room since… now I’m just waiting on a call from my therapist.

I stormed out of the house into the backyard screaming and wailing and bitterly crying as 20 years of rage and grief erupted from my chest. I didn’t care who heard, I wanted everyone to hear. I wanted the whole world to know my father abused me… I bitterly wept until my sister went out to comfort me

It didn’t work out that way… my father began his lecture and I cut him off, he began to raise his voice how could he possibly remember what happened 20 years ago and I screamed “BECAUSE I CAN NEVER FORGET!” and I screamed some more…

I walked home, I had decided that tonight I would confront my father. I knew he would lecture me and blame me for his emotional instability and I would calmly and cooly confront him on what had happened 20 years ago… a controlled release of pressure…