There are stories

There are stories you don’t talk about. Ones that you are taught incite pity and thus, should be kept to oneself.

I had a really crappy childhood. There I said it. I broke the unwritten code.

Thing is, I also had a really happy childhood too.

Mostly, because I was completely unaware that it was crappy.

These bits. These bits make up me. They are mine and they are me. I don’t really think anyone goes through life without any scars. I think you just accept that they are there and learn to heal them with your choices.

I choose to forgive.

Now, these stories are just stories. They aren’t painful so much as reminders.

They tell me where I came from.