You weren’t a good person. It was obvious to you, like saying the sky was blue, and yet you hid it. Sure it’s been years, sure you were raised that way, and sure you knew better now but that didn’t make you good. you told that to yourself every day, which was why you were confused on why you got so lucky with fate as to be dating your wonderful boyfriend. You wanted to confess tell him what you did as a child, but you were selfish you didn’t want to ruin what made your life so good despite how bad you were