For those who have read "my story", which I titled 2 1/2 years, you would know that the one who abused me was my adopted father. Of course being so close in relation to him makes moving on difficult. For awhile I didn't write him or answer the phone when he called. He would ask me to pick up the phone in his letters to me and one day I did. Well, he started to piss me off. Tried to get inside my head and mess with me so I told him, in letters, that I needed a break. He bugged my little brother and mom pulled the plug on his calls to my brother because he didn't need that. Well, at first he would give mom shit about us not talking to him. But, then he started talking to my mom in a more pleasant manner. This morning she got off the phone with him the first time...I heard crying. So, I went and tried to comfort her. She told me how he had never been so honest with her as he had been these last couple days. That he was trying so hard to get better and that she truly believed that he had a sickness, but like he had told her, he might never get better. She wants him better. "Maybe not for the family and maybe not even for me. But, for him and his soul", she told me. She said that she doesn't believe that he will get better without knowing that he has a family behind him. Us. How can I bring myself to be "his friend" after everything he did. "My story" title is wrong. My pain didn't end with his arrest. It's still going. I'm still being tortured by not knowing what to do..with him, myself, and my family..