Financially, times have been tough these last few months. Being self-employed & desperate, I posted on my Facebook page that I needed to find work ASAP, odd jobs, housework, etc.
Soon after, I was contacted by a
girl I met through "my molester" that I hadn't spoken to for nearly 9 years- since the end of my molest history.
She wrote four pages of messages of work for me to do. I was so desperate, so I jumpped on the offer without any hesitation.
I was happy to see her, I looked forward to it, I gave her a big hug when I got to her house. I worked there for the day, and learned that her fiance is my husband's childhood best friend.
(And I shared with her how the man that introduced she and I 10 years ago was a molester, a pedophile, and a self-proclaimed pimp that would drug me up and sell me to his buddies. I told her I have suffered from PTSD for the past 9 years because of him, that even seeing him causes me to be triggered... She said that she still talks to him, and that he has changed a lot. I ended the conversation at that.)
I go back the next day to complete the odd jobs, and I am happy, forgiving, and looking forward to re-kindleing this long lost friendship with this girl I got along so well with.
I am 2 hours into the job and I get this terrible gut feeling. I look down, and behind a Thanksgiving decoration she placed the night before, was a photograph propped on the shelf of "my molester," dressed in a suit with a beaming smile, with a familiar looking man next to him.
It stopped me dead in my tracks, 2 weeks ago, and has been haunting me ever since.
1) The fact that his face surfaced memories and,
2) the probability that she put that up intentionally.
Now I have been going through the full circle of PTSD, having nightmares about him ect., plus my heart is hurting so much because I was "played a fool."
Between the two, I feel like despair is my middle name.
I am stuck.
Soon after, I was contacted by a
girl I met through "my molester" that I hadn't spoken to for nearly 9 years- since the end of my molest history.
She wrote four pages of messages of work for me to do. I was so desperate, so I jumpped on the offer without any hesitation.
I was happy to see her, I looked forward to it, I gave her a big hug when I got to her house. I worked there for the day, and learned that her fiance is my husband's childhood best friend.
(And I shared with her how the man that introduced she and I 10 years ago was a molester, a pedophile, and a self-proclaimed pimp that would drug me up and sell me to his buddies. I told her I have suffered from PTSD for the past 9 years because of him, that even seeing him causes me to be triggered... She said that she still talks to him, and that he has changed a lot. I ended the conversation at that.)
I go back the next day to complete the odd jobs, and I am happy, forgiving, and looking forward to re-kindleing this long lost friendship with this girl I got along so well with.
I am 2 hours into the job and I get this terrible gut feeling. I look down, and behind a Thanksgiving decoration she placed the night before, was a photograph propped on the shelf of "my molester," dressed in a suit with a beaming smile, with a familiar looking man next to him.
It stopped me dead in my tracks, 2 weeks ago, and has been haunting me ever since.
1) The fact that his face surfaced memories and,
2) the probability that she put that up intentionally.
Now I have been going through the full circle of PTSD, having nightmares about him ect., plus my heart is hurting so much because I was "played a fool."
Between the two, I feel like despair is my middle name.
I am stuck.
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