| Molly from the United Kingdom writes:
My name is Molly and I was abused since I was very little. I grew up with just my dad and he was all the family I had. He used to get very mad after work almost every day, and the things he did to me were terrible!
He'd lock me in closets, and keep me there for days, not feed me, throw common household items at me, etc. It was terrible, but he was all I had, so I never said a word. I knew that if I did, he would hurt me even more. Therefore, I vowed to myself to keep my dealings with my father a secret.
Luckily for me, I was a good secret keeper, but my teacher was smarter. In fourth grade, my teacher became suspicious and called up Social Services to check it out. When they did, they witnessed what was going on, they immediately removed me from my father's care, threw me in a foster home and sent my father to jail.
At first I didn't know what to think. I didn't like my foster family, and I knew my dad loved me, but I still couldn't understand why the hell he wanted to hurt me. Because of this, I never complained, said a word, or even asked about my father. Every now and then, my foster family would get sick of me and send me off to another home with another family.
When I turned 18, I quickly packed my things and moved out on my own. After about a year on my own, I received a letter, and this was not just any letter. It was a letter from my father. He asked how I was doing and all the other original stuff one would ask in a letter, but near the bottom, I read a sentence that stopped me in my tracks.
My dad asked for my forgiveness. He said he was sorry. At first I was horrified and became very angry. I couldn't see how he could expect me to forgive him. But after awhile, I thought it over and decided that it would be the best thing for the both of us, to forgive him. It would allow me to live my life to the fullest without having to remember all that went on in the past.
It would also free my father, who I had known all along loved me, from the burden of his act. I then wrote back to him. I told him that I didn't want to see him, but that in my heart, I had forgiven him. I also told him that this action was not only for him, but for me too; to free me from the burden of my past.
Ever since I sent the letter, I have felt better about myself and my father. I am so glad I had the courage to forgive him. I haven't seen my father since, and honestly, at this point, I don't want to, but I am glad through my action, I was able to do both of us a favor. |