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MF abuse-recovery(Mm) nosex
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Realization
Lost Innocence - part 2
by: Stasya T. Canine
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"Honey?"  My wife's soft question slowly brings me back to the world.

It had been another one of those nights.  We were sitting at the
kitchen table having breakfast.  An early one.  We were at the 'meal
finished and relaxing' stage.

Quietly sitting there, each of us was thinking our own thoughts.

Me?  I was watching the sunrise.  Losing myself in the play of light
and shadow as the day started.  Watching the horizon as the colors
changed.

Reminding myself I live in a beautiful world.

"Your uncle was a selfish asshole.

"So was your aunt.  She was worse in a way."

Now that got my full attention.  "Huh?"

She nodded.

"Think about it.  Bill didn't have a tender bone in his body.

"He cold-bloodedly seduced you that summer.  All he wanted to do was
fuck you."

"Now wait a minute."  I was a bit heated.  "Uncle Bill was a kind
person at heart.  He lost control that once and he paid the price.
That's all.  So did I."

Martha looked at me through eyes suddenly gone strange.

For just a moment, those beautiful loving, *caring* eyes became twin
doorways into hell.

Then she sighed and they became, once again, the gentle eyes of my
wife.

"No.

"He *wasn't* kind and caring.

"He was totally selfish and self-centered.  Had he lived, you would
have realized that by now.

"Trust me on that.  I just realized it this morning.

"I don't know how come I never saw it before.

"As a woman, I've been on the receiving end of some pretty
cold-blooded seductions. Everything he did all summer was meant to
lead you on and eventually make you give him what he wanted.

"At eleven you wouldn't have had the experience to know that.

"It's a viewpoint thing.  Women are taught to recognize the signals at
an early age.  Men seldom see that type of manipulation used on them
for sex.

"What he did was one of the coldest seductions I've ever heard of.

"Since you have been treated by men most of the time and they have
only your testimony and no hard facts, they've been looking at his
actions as an aberration.

"They weren't.

"They were perfectly normal for him.  After all, it's how most men are
taught to seduce women.  Push certain buttons and you get sex.  Add a
few more lies and you get a wife.

"Do it long enough and you have a woman who will put up with all the
crap a man gives her and delude herself it's the way it should be."

Her voice is tinged with a bitterness I've seldom heard.

"I can forgive Bill for what he did.  It was his nature.  He was
*taught* to be that way.

"It's your aunt I loathe and can never forgive.

"She's who I blame for making you the way you are.

"She is the person I feel like going back and killing for causing your
might mares all these years."

Martha's voice is flat with a chill I've never heard before.

"Tillie *knew*  Bill was a pedophile.  Knew and did nothing.

"Even when it affected a child close to her, she denied things and
stood by as it happened.

"That kind of denial and self-delusion is unforgivable.

"Sorry Jim.  I can never forgive her for what she did to you by
neglecting her responsibilities as a human being."

Martha's voice is cold and her eyes stare into mine.

My gentle, caring wife has become a snake.  I try to shake my head in
denial.  Break eye contact somehow.

I am frozen by what she has told me.

It makes sense.  Too much sense.

Young Jimmy finally realizes what he has denied all his life.

There never was a kind, caring, *loving* Uncle Bill.

There was always just a selfish man who wanted sex with a young
innocent boy so he could fuel his own pleasures.

As my tears start to flow, we reach for each other's hands.

Somehow, I know there will be no more nightmares.

Uncle Bill is dead at last.

Little Jimmy has grown up and Jim knows Bill can never use him again.
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Stasya T. Canine
March 3, 1997
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