The place I was taken daily at times, as a teen girl, to be raped, has been demolished. It was started before covid and stopped because of it and restarted last year. I’ve just been informed that it is almost complete. The floor where it happened has already gone.
Of course I am happy about it but it’s brought up a lot of mixed emotions. I am glad it’s gone. It doesn’t affect the memories but knowing that dark room, that filthy mattress (which tbh was probably gone years ago, but now I know for sure), is no more.
I hurt a lot. That’s ok isn’t it?
I don’t know why I am posting really. Just want a hand hold I guess.