Usually on July 21st, I write a letter to Andrew. I’ve written letters of anger and forgiveness and everything in between. Last year I reflected on how sometimes today looms, and that certainly happened this year. I’ve been well aware of the fact that today is the 10 year mark of when I was first sexually violated.
But I’ve become aware of something else as well. I’ve become aware that I don’t want to write letters to Andrew anymore. I have said everything I need to say to him at this point. But I have some things to say to you. And today is a good day to say those things.
Thank you for choosing me when I made it difficult. Thank you for realizing that I am more than this experience, even though it informs my volunteerism and career path. Thank you for healing hugs and secure snuggles and comforting kisses. I look forward to going to the Marina tonight and making good memories with you and Val. Your love heals me.
I can’t wait to be your wife.