Dear... My First Predator
Or at least I think you were.
I know some things get blocked out of our brains if it’s too hurtful, which I think is something that happened when I was younger. But the first time I remember getting molested was by my best friend in middle school. Having a normal sleepover like we always did, I woke up to you touching all of my private areas from top to bottom. I started to fake snore so maybe you would know I was sleeping and would stop. You didn’t. I had to fake sleep through it.
Eight years later you message me saying you're going through therapy and want to apologize for anything you’ve ever done to hurt anyone. A copy and paste kind of apology. I accept. But it would have felt better for you to admit it.
I wish the best for you and your future..