When I first saw this post idea I thought everything I write. LOL! Because at some point every single book is a struggle in its own way. Maybe the characters aren’t doing what I want or I’m doing massive rewrites, but something happens to make me think, “Gah, it should be easier than this.”
On further and deeper thought though, the books aren’t the hardest thing I’ve ever written. Because ultimately the books bring me joy and I hope they do the same to the people who read them. Nope the hardest thing I ever wrote was a letter.
*okay so here’s your trigger warning. I’m going to talk about an abuse situation. so if this is something you can’t read then I’m so sorry.*
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If you stayed with me, I was sexually molested when I was a child.
An older cousin is the perpetrator, which I think makes it harder. He was, what most people would term a child, but he molested me.
Anyway, after about a blue billion years of therapy I finally found an awesome therapist. She was so amazing and with her I could get my life back on track. One day she suggested I confront him. This was so terrifying for me, but I agreed. She suggested I write him a letter and that’s what I did. I wrote him to let him know that I knew what he’d done, it wasn’t my fault, and I was giving it back to him to carry since I’d been dragging this weight around all my life.
I still remember mailing the letter. I was terrified and almost went and got it, but my friend Jennifer wouldn’t let me. So that letter went out. I didn’t know if he’d get it or read it, but that one act made me feel better.
When I was a kid four of my dad’s siblings lived side-by-side. This older cousin lived in one of the houses. So, about two weeks after sending the letter, I got out of my car after I got home from work and looked down the street and who did I see getting out of a car? Yep, it was him. He turned and we looked at each other and I’ll never forget it, but he ran. He ran from me. Left his car door open and a kid strapped in the car seat, while he ran for his mom’s house. I realized right then that he’s nothing but a coward.
I’ve seen him since and every time he dodges me. That’s good. Because he’s carrying the guilt now because I won’t ever do it again.
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See you all next week! — Gwen