I don’t get angry very often.
But right now I am the kind of furious that brings tears to my eyes and I am angry at someone I have never met. You, I HATE you. I hate you for everything you did to her and the fact that you aren’t sorry. I hate that we live in a world that makes you think what you did was ok and I hate that I have to worry that the little boys in my life will end up like you. I want to make every man see that people like you are monsters. I want for you to never show up in her nightmares ever again. You are everything that scares me about this world. You are everything that makes me afraid to ever have children. Because what if they end up like you? And what if they are hurt by someone like you? I don’t want you to make me afraid but you do.
