I wrote an angry e-mail to my T in the middle of the night last night. I think I feel angry that he only sees the bad in my abuser. Once this person got sober, everything was okay, and I was like TEN then. That is a lot of years of okay. Other people really really liked this person. He went to church work camps with me, and we went running together, and when I was an adult, we had a good, comfortable relationship.

I don't know why the stupid dreamy stuff that happened at night when I was little is more important than the stuff that came later.

I'm angry.