My father was my worst abuser. He was a violent sadist. And he shared me with his friends. Of course, I want some kind of justice, and for a long time, was angry for not having it. But then I realized that justice is woven into the very atoms we are made up of, and it is self-creating. His life is a horrible, solitary place. He hates himself, and he is truly alone in his own personal hell, a self-made hell.
My dad's motto was "Life Isn't Fair!" He should know. He made it that way.
Life only begins to be fair (remember "fair" originally meant beautiful) when I am fair. I cannot wait for it to be done to me.
I create the beauty or the ugliness of life by my thoughts, who I am, and my choices, which transform me. Life is only as beautiful as I make it with a kind heart.
Take all that energy you are spending hating, and turn it into love for yourself and those around you who could use a kind word or deed, and deserve one.
It is not necessary to forgive the unforgivable. But it is possible to live a life with beauty in it because you cultivated it somewhere inside by choice.
What helped me immensely was the short book "The Sunflower" by Simon Weisenthal.
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