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Both of my parents are dead so I couldn't confront them if I wanted to. I walked away when they were alive and would do the same now if they were still alive.
For a long time I wanted to confront then. I wanted they to acknowledge that what happened was wrong. Eventually I came to realize that they did not think they'd done anything wrong. Confronting them would have just created more strife. I learned to heal from what happened and except that I'd never get that acknowledgement.
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