Married to a Pedophile: Should Pedophiles Be Allowed in Church With Children?

The question comes up frequently, “What do you do with the pedophile who has repented?  He’s served his time in prison, paid his dues, said he’s sorry, has asked for forgiveness.  What is the responsibility of Christians?”

That’s a great question!  We do we do?  What do we do as families?  Welcome these people back with open arms and open hearts?  Do we forgive and forget?  Do we take the pedophile at his word  and never question him again?  Do we hold this person to some kind of accountability?  If so, what should that accountability be?

This isn’t an easy subject, and it’s certainly one that I wouldn’t have tackled on my own.  However, it’s a question that deserves our attention.  You might disagree with what I’m going to say.  You might even get a bit angry with me.  That’s okay.  The information I’m going to share is written from the son of a pedophile who is also a minister.  He spares nothing in talking about this, so I’ll forewarn you that this is difficult to read.      Continue reading

Married to a Pedophile: More Trouble — Federal Indictment!

 

When I got married, I thought I knew how my life would unfold.  Love.  Marriage.  Children.  Country home.  Gardening.  Sewing clothes.  Cooking lots of great food.  Church and at home bible studies.  Seeing kids through school then off to college.  Graduations.  Weddings.  Grandbabies.  And, finally full circle back to living with the love of my life, John, enjoying our golden years together for the remainder of our lives.

Sometimes life doesn’t work out as planned.  Mine sure didn’t!  If you’ve been reading this blog, you already  know the last part of my life has certainly been different — far, far from what my dream life was like! Even though I didn’t know at the time I was married to a practicing pedophile, there were problems in our marriage that were huge red flags.  If only I had known!  Please take a moment and start here to catch my story from the beginning.  I think it’s important for you to see how this all unfolded.         Continue reading

Married to a Pedophile: Bars, Mice, and Women!

This blog is about what it was like being married to a practicing pedophile for almost forty years — and not knowing it.  Look at the signs with me — the red flags — that were there all of those years waving at me begging me to look inside.  Get educated with me so that you can learn how to identify child predators before they stop grooming and close in on the child and molest.  If you’re new to this blog, please start here.

By now our house was filled with children, and I loved it!  I was so happy to be a mom that it was easy for me to get caught up in the wonderfulness of motherhood and push aside the lingering pain of so many years of odd happenings, hurtful experiences, and negligence that made up such a large part of our lives as husband and wife.  Sadly, as the years clicked on, I could sense the separation between us growing wider   Continue reading

Married to a Pedophile: “I’m So Sorry. I Really Do Love You!”

Every woman wants to be loved.  That is a fact.  I’m not talking about just the physical act of love, but women want “relationships.”  Women want to know that they are loved by one man and that he is hers exclusively. Women respond to the word love — even when it’s not spoken.  Sometimes just holding a woman’s hand is enough to make her feel genuinely loved.  Women are emotionally wired to crave love!

And, when we crave a love relationship, we are blinded to the truth.

And, as I look back over my married life, I was no different.  I craved love, too.    Continue reading

Married to a Pedophile: The Night of the Break-In!

If you’ve been following along with my story, you know that by now John and I had been in a rocky marriage for a long time.  Actually, I take that back.  He thought it was a wonderful marriage.  I was the one who was constantly confused, upset, hurt, crying, disillusioned, and often felt like I was a bit on the crazy side.  He was a difficult man to figure out and by now I had all but quit trying!

This particular event I’m going to tell you about took place in the summer.  It was a warm, lovely Friday evening as I remember, and John had been away all week working insurance.  He was running on a super high as he had planned a weekend youth retreat for the church.  Those events always got him charged up.  He was like another person when he was around young people!  That’s when he lit up and came to life!

With me he was quiet, had nothing to say, and would literally fall asleep while I was trying to talk to him.  I honestly believed that the only reason he was married to me was to have someone to keep up with his laundry, take care of the kids, the bills, and all of the household chores, and to have a delicious home-cooked meal ready for him on those occasions when he was home.

Little by little our marriage was dying, and deep within my soul I knew it. Continue reading