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with horses and such—and they always praised him because he was
so talented.
When the incident with the rifle happened, they didn9t help. But my
father stayed in touch with him for some time afterward. That really
pissed me off. I felt like my father didn9t want to see how things really
were.
I9ve had many discussions with my parents about it. For a very long
time, they insisted that I wouldn9t have listened to them. I wish they
had seen it and been there for me anyway, until I was able to get
through it.
It wasn9t until I met my second husband that they expressed how
terrible they thought it had been for me.
Who understood you? And who might you have wished had
understood you?
When I moved, I also left my job. My husband and I worked together,
so I had to step away from that. My former boss offered me a job,
and he understood what I was going through. We didn9t talk about it
much; he was just there. There were friends who understood me and
whom I could talk to about it.
I wish my family had been there more.
I also think I was ashamed of having been in that situation. I should
have been able to do something. I fought and lost—that9s how it felt
back then.
At the Royal Arena, I just think I would have liked to have known
along the way what was happening. Especially, I would have liked to
have known when they had caught the man and there was no longer
anything to be afraid of.
Writing Letters as Therapy
Journal of Contemporary Narrative Therapy, October 2026 Special Release, p. 92-112
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