He accepted that it was beyond his power to punish this one of his mother’s attackers, but he needed to know if the man had fathered him. He’d spent a long time weighing up that particular decision, but even now he wasn’t prepared for how to face the outcome.
I wonder how many of us suffer with questions, about ourselves, family, things that happened too long ago, that eat us up inside, battling whether to ask them or not, and fear doing so because of what the answers may be, or what the repercussions of asking will take out on us all.
I know I do, some questions, some knowledge, I’ll probably do nothing with either, because of any repercussions, my Dads not alive so I don’t have to worry about him doing anything, he would probably of been like Luc, my Mummy Dearest would deny deny deny, then start all over again, or get into an instant anger and hit me. Great options huh.
