In all the talk about old friends I had a conversation with one of my teens where a friend of his said “I called that” and I was reminded of my friend Geoff. When I told him I’d been molested for a bunch of years his response was “I thought so.” While he was supportive after that, the response was pretty much the beginning of the end of our friendship. If he’d simply asked about it I would have told him the truth.
In any case, that made me realize that all that happened twenty years ago.
So, this year is the second decaversary of the last time I was ever molested. How cool is that?!?!
I could wax poetic about how I’d never wish it on anyone, but I did grow and learn from it all, and I wouldn’t be the person I am today. But, in reality, I’m glad I have moved on completely.
So, Happy decaversary to whatever you can think of from twenty years ago, or even ten since it’s deca.
P.S. Is Decaversary even a word? I assume so since deca is ten, but what do I really know?