Perhaps that is the silver lining from being molested as a child. I already knows what it feels like to live a life of underlying anger and bitterness. And I didn't want a divorce, especially with the dramatic exit and ickiness to define my life on a go forward basis.
After a conversation with my dad who was visiting from Florida something clicked within me. All I simply said more or less what I wrote above. She-bam... about 20 minutes later something poofed within.. and I had a dad I wanted to know and the gift of forgiveness. And he died 7 months later. And it was very neat to have a father, and that I could mourn his death.
