Life unexpected
At the end of July last year, my daughter disclosed to me that her father had molested her over the course of a couple of years. I had suspected it for a long time but I don't think I was ever really prepared for the blow that accompanied this disclosure. As we sat in the living room talking about it into the wee hours of the morning, I couldn't help but just want to curse and cry and kick and scream...but I couldn't because I knew if I did, she wouldn't tell me anything ever again so...there I sat...paralyzed by emotion while she told me some of the horrible things that had happened to her. I couldn't sleep that night. My mind was racing. I was a total wreck. The following morning, I called my friend Denise and told her what my daughter had told me. She came and got my girls that afternoon while I was at work and talked to them about it. Again, my daughter disclosed the same thing to her that she had disclosed to me the previous night and it was dec...