I don't know if this should go under relationships or this, but I want fast opinions. So my parents divorced when my siblings and I were little, primary school age. Dm found this man, who abused me.. sexually. I couldn't tell my mum when this went on. I was age 16 and very naive about boys.. i got the courage to finally tell when I think 15 to 18 months of the torture had passed. After totally blowing up, and separating my mum made up with him. Christmas brings this to surface to me. I try to find it in me to forget forget and forgive. But nothing is, and I now do realise.. never will be like it once was. Why does this bring me down every xmas time... and the older i get .. how was this ever forgivable? Sorry about this rambling aibu. I know i am not.. but how do I feel normal around my own family again?