I’ve grown to really dislike the words “married to a pedophile” yet the hard, cold truth is that I was married to a man who molested children. I had no clue. I thought he was genuinely kind. I thought he was a follower of God. I thought that he loved children, but my way of loving children and his way of loving children were worlds apart. Continue reading
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Married to a Pedophile: “What Messages Do You Want to Hear from Me?”
Writing has been a bit healing for me since my son’s death. Healing because writing is an outlet — a way of releasing some of my heavy grief. Writing is a way for me to feel like I have some value and I just might be able to help someone even in my brokenness.
I’ve also been doing a lot of thinking lately. I’ve been asking myself the question, “What am I looking for when I feel lost, alone, and without hope?” “What kind of message am I seeking?” I know one thing — I love to hear a person’s voice! Continue reading
Married to a Pedophile: “A Father’s Response from Prison about the Death of His Son”
Before I even begin to write to you today, I want to say thank you from the depths of my heart for all of the prayers, kind thoughts, and condolences sent to me following the sudden, unexpected death of my son. You have no idea what your expressions of love have meant to me.
Finding out my husband of almost forty years was a practicing pedophile caused literal pain to my heart — the kind of pain that hurts with every breath you take. But, that pain has been nothing when compared to the pain of losing a child. I can’t explain it — I can only say that all other pain I’ve had in my life so far pales in comparison to the daily Continue reading
Married to a Pedophile: “How Life Changed on May 22, 2015”
So many of you have written asking what happened to my writing. Why silence for three months? Did I give up this fight for the education and prevention of child sexual molestation?
On May 22, 2015, I had just settled into my bed to begin reading. It had been a long day of work followed by dinner with friends. Since it was near Memorial Day, my friends asked if I minded if we made a stop at the cemetery to place flowers on their son’s grave. He died at the age of six very unexpectedly. Continue reading