People always say how strong I am, when I get up the nerve to include them in ‘my past’. I don’t particularly see this strength they seem so enamored of. I’m strong, because I didn’t molest my own children? Seriously? That’s what it takes to be strong? Well then, hell yea! I’m strong!
Those criminals on television…”I molested those children because I myself was abused as a child.” Well then you should know how it feels and should not want to pass that crappy feeling along to anyone else. “I couldn’t help myself”. Bullshit. I can’t help breathing but wanting to yank down the neighbors’ kids underwear, oh I’ve been able to resist that quite easily.