I feel like I am about to boil over and burn.
Some back story...because I don't know if I've mentioned this before, though I'm certain I have.
I was molested by my grandfather when I hit puberty, so was my older cousin...so were many of our friends before it happened to us, and after. My grandfather felt up a little girl at my grandmother's memorial service.
When he died I was thrilled. Not relieved, not filled with the urge to forgive, not at peace...