This gives me a lot to think about. I had something happen to me when I was 18 and I still blame it, and all the people involved, for the mess, it made of my life. I'm 67. Is it too late to let go? Is it just a part of my life now and I will go to my grave still angry about the whole thing? I hope not. It seems like a daunting task to let it go after so long. It's been responsible for every bad thing that has ever happened to me since that time. Seriously.