I have four daughters and two grandchildren. One of my daughters has been abused and raped in a relationship. She took the case to court and won 5 of 7 charges. I was with her in court the whole time. With that said…
The hardest part in this is to forgive, forget and continue to love. To go from furious anger, hate, frustration and somewhere in the end to accept forgiveness. It’s really really hard but without forgiveness the hate is still around the corner and will follow us wherever we go. I don’t want that kind of life. My daughter didn’t want that kind of life. We had to move on with forgiveness and accept.
George Micheal wrote Praying for time. For me it says it all.
And it's hard to love
There's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say it's much, too much, too late
Well, maybe we should all be praying for time