It’s been a long time (I can’t say how long) . The memories of the abuse still haunt me. I still ask did this happen ? Was this real? I have difficulty trusting anyone else, I am in a new relationship and I question things constantly. I wish I could go back and erase the bad memories, I know I can’t. I wish my children didn’t have to endure what they had to in the past, but also with the emotional fall out from being in a one parent family, and I know I can’t change that either. I wish I had a blank out place in my mind were I could store this rubbish, but I don’t. A thousand wishes and my one wish for them to be happy. I’m still under going counselling I still have bad days, how I believed anything that came out of his mouth is insane