Not Broken, Life After Abuse

    See the kid in the picture? That is me, just a child who didn’t have a voice, or so she thought. I can’t remember when it started but I do remember when it ended. I was 14 years old, and in the biggest 14-year-old voice I could muster, I threatened the man who had sexually abused me. I told him if he ever touched me again I would kill him. I didn’t know how, but I would.   Two days later, he dropped dead of a heart attack.   I mourned his death because even though he was abusive, I did love him. He was my grandfather and I still…