That doesn’t slap his victims -including yourself- in the face with your praise, nor his loved ones with accusation.
I’d actually gone to bed, but was so bothered by what I had originally written (doesn’t slap his other victims in the face) that I had to come back and edit this. And add a smidge if mea culpa.
1) The above? Is all me-stuff.
2) I was projecting my stuff onto you / blurring events / mixing up mine and yours. IE when I said “other victims” in my head I was talking about you and everyone else, as if I was the primary person there. :confused: My apologies.
I was forced -literally, at gun point, although they meant well :meh: - to attend a hail & farewell ceremony of someone who was forced into retirement for the things he had done. The investigators thought I would find a sense of peace/justice/closure in seeing the man who had hurt so many drummed out on his ass. The exact opposite was the case. That particular ceremony has a
great deal of meaning to me. Whilst my presence maaaaaaay have been painful to
him? I felt no sense of victory, but rather one of profound betrayal, because my very presence there was an insult to ME. Standing up and watching a man be honored? It was a mockery, an insult, a word I don’t have the words for. And I
participated in it, simply by being there :sick: It still disgusts me, to this day.
3) Simoly because that was
my reaction to participating ...feeling slapped in the face, punched in the gut, spine ripped out through my chest... in no way predicts what
your reaction -or anyone else’s- is or should be
. If you’d find fierce joy/humor in the sarcasm of omission? :sneaky: One final
zing! reclaims any errant molecule of your power or sense of self? :smug: It in any way brings you peace/justice/closure? :D OMFG Go. For. It. :tup:
Seriously. You know yourself. Do what’s right for you.
And, again, my apologies for hugely overstepping & mispeaking in my last post.
