Dear Mom:
I don't understand how, after so many years, you have never confronted my abuser on the things he did to me. You still talk about him in this house like he's a part of the family, and never even told my father... *I* told him, 10 years later. He's a son of a bitch. His own WIFE has COPD and he still smokes IN THE HOUSE around her. Doesn't that tell you anything?!? That's your <relation>. Much LESS what he did to your DAUGHTER.
I'm upset that I never had a chance to tell Grandpa before he passed away what that son of a bitch did to me. HE would have done something about it. He was a deputy and well-respected man in that town. My father wants to do something about it, but I know if he does take a trip there, he's going to get in trouble and get put in jail because he wants to beat the living crap out of him. It's because of him that I will NEVER take a trip back to that place again, NEVER see the rest of my family there, not until the day he leaves or the day he dies. It's because of him that I had cut myself, have part of the dysfunctions that I do now, and you don't seem to care. If it was ME, I would have TOLD my sister, let HER deal with him, and then go from there. I'm tempted to tell Grandma, if it wasn't for the fact that she's not in the greatest of health.
His son just had a little boy. They thought it was going to be a girl. I was so scared for that child, knowing it would have a GRANDFATHER like him... maybe, because it's a boy, it will be a bit better, but who knows. I wait for the day that I can spit on that man's grave, and I don't think I can ever forgive you for not confronting him when I told you back in the 4th grade. I just figured that, since it never happened again, you must have said something. Then, when I asked you if you ever confronted him and you said no, something inside me died.
I don't know if that will ever heal.