Today is my abusers birthday. I am not sure how I feel about this. Why? Because for some odd reason.. I feel bad for him. I feel bad because he had a bad time a hard time growing up too. Never had the security of his mothers arms, because she died after she gave birth to him. He was always being pulled in so many directions. He didnt know what to do. How can a young boy make good decisions when he is constantly being told one thing then another. Its not his fault he couldnt make good choices is it? Its all in how he was raised.

But then... I didnt deserve what happened to me either..