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My mother might be one of the strongest people I have ever encountered. That woman has been through more in her 50 years than most people have in a lifetime. She isn’t perfect, by any means, but she is mine and I am furiously protective of her.

My mother was raped by her stepfather when she was 11 years old. She never told a soul (except for me) so no charges were ever brought against him. My grandmother did end up leaving him because he threw her through a glass door.

It’s amazing how much you can hate someone you’ve never met.

I hate him for what he did to her. I hate him for the pain it still causes her. I hate him with every fiber of my being.

I recently came across his name while doing some family tree research and low and behold, there was his family’s information – even his address.

Now all I can think about are ways hurt him. Not physically of course, but emotionally. I want to spray paint “child rapist” all over his house. I want to contact his entire family and tell them just what kind of man he is. I want to ruin his life. I just hate the thought of him living a normal life when my mother has had to live with the pain and scars he caused.

What do I do? No pain I inflict on him will make what my mother went through any less traumatic, or help her – or I – forget.