I don't know you enough to lay any blame. I accept that you are whom you are. I dislike that you're in pain and want to be able to take that away, but I cannot fix the world. I can't even fix me. Therefore, I commisurate with you and tell you it likely isn't your fault. I believe you, being human, have made mistakes, but the mistakes of others that have cost you is their cross to bare. Know that you aren't alone in hurting. I'm wanting better, for you, me, and everyone, even the jerks that messed us up in the first place.