As a child I went through some awful things. After many years of prayer and a lot of help from my husband, I have been able to let most of it go.
This morning I received a phone call from a family member, informing me that the one who caused so much pain is now dying.
I have been searching my heart and soul for some kind of emotion, but I don't care. It's like I am completely devoid.
I deeply love my husband and children, so I know I have the ability to care about people, but in this case, it's almost as if I am dead inside.
Does this make me a bad person?
Dazed and Confused,