The week flew by, or maybe it was the excitement surrounding the twins' party that made it seem like it had. I'm always amazed at how life still goes on for others, even in the midst of your own turmoil. Gianna was being brave, but I'm almost certain she's still in the trauma bonding stage, which is why I've been distracting her these last few days with anything other than sex.
Sometime around Wednesday, which was the third day she cried in her sleep, I was hit by a thunderbolt. She's going through trauma, but what's my excuse? Why am I allowing this to happen when I know in the back of my mind that it's not right? I'm not sure why it took me this long, but while everyone else is in a celebratory mood, I've been dealing with the guilt of taking an innocent's innocence.
