I said a thing in therapy a few weeks back that I didn’t mean to say but I think actually might be true: At this point I’m not mad that I’ve been SA’ed, I’m mad that people protected those guys even though they were so profoundly mid and endlessly replaceable. I was rare. I made you exponentially more money than he did and ever could. I showed up for you as friend, he didn’t. I was and am worth more in every sense. Was it just easier to hope I’d forget than for you to do anything?