So many incidents over the years. So much betrayal and hurt. I try very hard to stop thinking about it. If only for minute or so. But, I can’t. I don’t know what is worse, me re-living it or me being unable to think of a way out of it.
If I didn’t have this overwhelming fear of not being able to keep my daughter safe, then I would have been able to cope better. I know that. But, I don’t know how to get rid of the fear.