Its strange how some things that occur in your childhood can leave such lasting impressions. Even when situations and events are merely "forgotten", you're always subconsciously playing them and over and over in your mind. Sometimes things trigger memories that suggest their existence. And then you remember... because you didn't really forget; you were just pretending it wasn't real. I wonder if its time to stop, and admit it happened, and just accept it, and move on.
But I don't think I'm ready to. And quite frankly, I don't want to talk about it.
mkp.
