He shook his head and took a couple of slow steps away from me as if he could no longer stand to be in my presence. “Maker,” he whispered. “You are truly still a child.” That angered me. And I gladly embraced it. Anger was a lot easier to handle than guilt.
Get angry sweetheart. He groomed you into agreeing to ridiculous things when you weren't old enough to fully comprehend them. Don't let the creep guilt trip you
