I was at midnight mass and he was there towards the front of the church sitting with his wife and mother. How could I get in a woshipful state of mind on christmas eve with the man who took advantage of me so many times in the same room? I kept on expecting his head to catch on fire or something. Kind of funny, actually. When the gospel passage was read, everyone has to turn and face the priest, so he was turned around and locked eyes with me for the longest time. I just stared straight back at him, willing him to feel all I was feeling through eye contact. "I know what you really are" is what I was trying to bore into his skull.
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