How can you say that your uncle, the man who attempted to rape your sister, doesn’t deserve to be forgiven and should be arrested when you actually raped me? You told me you deserve forgiveness, that the years of rape and mental abuse wasn’t enough for you to be thrown in jail.. I don’t understand. Why did I believe you? Why am I even with you? I don’t know why the same rules don’t apply to you.

To hear you agree when your sister said it’s stuck with her whole life, but to recall you telling me to get over it, “Worse things have happened to people”. It’s sickening. It makes my heart ache. You’re worse than the people who told you and your sister not to speak of it to anyone. I cry to you because I’m scared that I’ll never get past it. I’ll always be scared of the slightest touch and being around men.