Last night, I went to church and while we were meeting people, I shook hands with a boy that molested me when i was 9. He said his name was Logan, and he looked familiar to the boy, but I couldn’t really tell until I looked at his facebook. He’s definitely the same person, and I could tell he knew who I was even though I’ve changed immensely too. I realize now that he kept staring at me, and I can’t seem to wash the germs off the hand he shook. It makes me feel so weird and bad to go there, but I’m not sure if I have any real choice at the moment. I even had a dream that I forgave him+and hugged him. but I doubt that will happen.
