I just remember something awful again (it comes to me once in awhile) that I bullied a summer cottage neighbor. He was a very heavy kid and so were his mom and dad. I called him. "Fattie" or something like that. I don't recall details as I was young not even a teenager. Maybe 11 or 12.

am a vey sensitive person and it was so not like me and to this day feel guilty and don't understand why I did it. I even thought that he perhaps I liked him and that's why I did it? Or because I grew up with a bully father I wanted to feel better about myself? No clue. Weird thing I am petite and was very tiny then, he was tall plus a bit older etc if that boy as much as pushed me I would be done.

He asked me to stop (i remember that s
Moment) and I did stop but still can't forget it



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