Dear You,
I have been waiting 48 years for you to at least acknowledge what you did to me, and to give me your unconditional apology as well.
But word recently came to me that you are in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's. Since only you and I know what happened, you have left me with the options of continuing to deal with it, or to inform your wife and children of the kind of man you really are. Knowing how much your family and friends adore you (yes, I read the Facebook page), it seems that speaking to your family would only stir up more hatred against me.
So I guess you get to enter eternity without any worldly cares, while I get to carry this baggage you laid on me for at least a few more years.
I wish I could confront you right now and lay out to you how you ruined my life. But you probably would not even know I was there, you bastard.
From, Me
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