This is the day my Dad died. My Mom went out of her way to make sure I remembered this was the anniversary and she went out of her way to make sure I remembered this was the day. Of course I remember! He was so abusive, yet I wouldn't leave him. All the family except Mom and me left that night in ICU. He passed and I finally felt like maybe we'd be free to live. Little did I know there was no escaping his leagacy. His terror still lives on.

Mom made me so mad. She called him "Daddy" tonight. She couldn't stand him while he lived, now he's perfect.

I talked to Ryan about it. I guess my Mom is hurting, but I just can't comfort her on this. I still have nightmares dreaming that he's attacking me. Why do I want to talk about him?