Oh, regarding this post: what I forgot to say directly, though I implied it with the title, is that I've been chewing on why it hurt just a little that my friend didn't remember the encounter that I'd found so special for its unexpectedness and so memorable in its details. Maybe I'm just missing something, or maybe it was more etched in my memory as a result of being caught up in such an emotional time - my grandfather's death, and the announcement by my mother and my abuser (though I didn't think of him that way yet, nor did mom know anything of that) that they were moving to live together.
Still, that said, I'm just glad for the time we got to spend together last week. It wasn't one of those "Oh, nothing has changed at all" sort of visits, but it was all the nicer for it. Had nothing changed in the interim, my bride would still be intimidated by my friend, and I'd still be giving her reason to be, making comparisons that were just unfair to both of them rather than acknowledging and dealing with the emotional havoc in my life wreaked by my stepfather's abuse.
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