i was just looking up random people from my past on face book and i think i may have found my molester's 2 kids! ohmygod. i sent messages and am waiting for a reply. they still live in New Britain, CT. it has to be them.
i don't know how i feel about the whole thing. i know they were victims too, of that bastard... part of me wants to scream at them "do you know what your fucking father did to me?" but of course i would never.. it sure wasn't their fault, they were abused too. and i respect the fact that they may not remember or may not ever wanna talk about it.
wow. this is really weird. my heart is racing at even the thought that he might still be alive... and i could possibly get retribution from the bastard. maybe he's in jail because i am sure he didn't stop after me, i hope he got caught somewhere down the line.
this is big, peeps... really big for me. it ties right in with the healing i am trying to accomplish at the moment... maybe the memories have been coming back to prepare me of something else...