"I'm sorry. I cannot help myself."
At 10 I wished you'd just be a bad guy. But now I know you were just a very flawed man. It's alright. I forgive you.
That was the most disempowering thing you could have said to me because it took the strength of my hatred away. Things became complicated rather than black and white. How do I love the sinner but hate the sin?
(I still have anger, but I will find useful ways to let it out.)