I am posting this here…on the very slim chance that the angry and vindictive person who has decided that I am the cause of everything that is wrong in their life might happen to read it (not likely in this lifetime)…

…and perhaps reconsider their choice to out me, and justify it by saying it is their own story to tell and I have no say in how it is told.

True enough…and the consequences, grave though they may be to myself (including assault and murder), are irreversible in the lives of others who are old, and very likely to die soon…and almost certainly not likely to understand in any way, shape, or form and thus have their remaining years marked by sorrow and guilt and mourning…

…it isn’t their fault.

It’s okay to lay the entire responsibility at my feet…I will gladly bear it for you, in joy that by doing you you can be expiated and find new beginnings. Whatever price it costs to set you free is worth it.

But to hurt the others…this hurts my heart in that it seems like senseless destruction…

…and if you argue that this is what “you need” to heal? What does that really say about you, and what you choose to need?