Married to a Pedophile: The Climbing Ivy Exposed So Many Secrets!

Thank you for visiting this blog once again and for sharing it with so many others.  If you happen to be new here, I would strongly encourage you to start reading from the beginning of this blog on how to protect our children from practicing pedophiles.  The blog entries are short, but I can’t promise you that they are easy reading because they are not.  You will become uncomfortable.  You will begin to question others and their motives.  And, if you have been abused, hopefully there will be something you read that will help you to become empowered!

Let’s pick up where we left off the last time in this ongoing unraveling of my story about what it was like to be married to a man who molested children the entire time he and I were married.  If only I had known what “red flags” to look for I could have saved children from falling into the trap of this man who used his cunning, divisive ways to lure adults and children alike into his web of lies, deceit, and abuse.

John was now a full-time preacher and for the most part he was adored by his church members — both young and old alike.  He had a way of coddling the elderly into liking him immediately.  He was soft-spoken, respectful, and always helpful.  Let me add he was funny, too.  It seems he always had a great story to tell that would get even the crankiest old person smiling.

And, we know he was a hit with kids of all ages.  They clung to him — craving his attention.  He was the kind of preacher they wanted and loved. Continue reading

Married to a Pedophile: A Letter from an Abused Wife

Thank you so much to all of my readers and for the thousands who are now sharing this blog.  You have no idea how much this means to me!  God is using my brokenness to help others who are in the grip of an abusive relationship or who are being physically abused and molested to speak out and break free!!!  I believe with all of my heart that together we are making a difference!

Last night I received a message from someone I have never met telling me that she would love to get the courage to speak up about her abuse.  Her husband (who will not agree to divorcing her — talk about control!) continues to harass her and bully her children and unfortunately we do not have laws to help innocent victims such as these until something more horrible is done.  And, even then, our laws are so weak that it’s difficult to prove abuse in a court of law.  That, to me, has got to stop!

I encouraged this lady to write something — anything — and by writing it would dilute the power this man holds over her and give her some empowerment.

Through tears, I’m sharing with you that she got the courage to write a blog post.  She said, “I have no followers.  I must remain anonymous for fear of what he will do, but I was inspired to write this.”

I’m so proud of her for gaining a bit of strength. She’s gained just a wee bit of freedom.  And, she did something! 

Here is what she wrote with the link back to her site.

Clara Hinton – a modern day Heroine

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“For the past few months I have been avidly following the blog of Clara Hinton – Married to a Pedophile.  And although I have never met Clara in person, I am so in awe and inspired by her courage and spirit. She is also an amazing mother to eleven children – her son Chris, described her as a saint! She also has lots more grand children. Over the years, Clara suffered terrible psychological abuse at the hands of her preacher/pedophile husband, John. At the same time, he led a secret life which involved sexually abusing children in his parish (and community). Clara’s abuse lasted for around 40 years until she plucked up the courage to leave. Of course that was not the end of the story because controlling, abusive men never just let their wives walk away peacefully or seek a win: win compromise. They just can’t do it and it is really because they are sick and need help! But due to the very nature of this illness, they won’t admit to themselves that they need help and continue to turn on others, usually those who are closest to them.

Clara’s husband was a well respected Preacher and pillar of the society, and no-one initially could believe that he was capable of such hideous behaviour, as his public persona was totally different to his secret, dark side.

Here is the link to Clara’s blog:  http://www.findingahealingplace.com

I urge everyone to read Clara’s blog for her own in-depth account. Thankfully, Clara’s husband is safely behind bars now for abusing children so the children are now safe from him. Clara’s family really are an inspiration to society because of their strength of spirit and authenticity. They are now left picking up the pieces of the devastation that has been left behind, but they are doing so in such a dignified and sophisticated manner. Clara & her son Chris’ authenticity have inspired me to try do the same when faced with a really difficult life situation.

As you can see, this story has really got my attention and resonates often with me in a very personal way, as I too was married to a psychologically abusive man. Although thankfully he is not a pedophile, he is however a deeply damaged person who uses control, manipulation and threats to try and keep his weird and warped agenda together. After seeking the advice of experts, I now believe that he suffers from Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Like Clara’s husband John, in public my husband could not be more charming, charismatic and helpful. But look a little more closely and there are many red flags which should warn others of such dangerous personalities. This blog is really difficult for me to write as it brings up lots of emotional pain to the surface. But if my story, like Clara’s can help and educate other young men and women about the signs, then hopefully it will help people avoid or be able to get out of these highly damaging relationships much sooner than Clara and I were able to. We all deserve to live free and authentic lives, so trust your vibes people!”

Do you know how proud I am of this woman for getting the courage to not only read my blog, but to write some of her story?  This took guts!  It took inner strength!  It took her everything!  I doubt I will ever meet this lady, but I know one thing.  She has a voice and she’s using it to speak out!  And, this is how each of us will make a difference!

Her husband is not a pedophile like mine is, but he is an emotional abuser — a bully, and a man who controlled her to the point of fear. Not all emotional/psychological abusive people are pedophiles, but all pedophiles are emotional abusers.

It’s time to get better laws on the books.  It’s time we speak out loud and strong and in big numbers to put an end to all abuse — physical, emotional, psychological, and abuse used by pedophiles — the entire gamut, including molesting our innocent children.

Will you help me in this mission?  Help bring awareness to the forefront!  Thank you so much for continuing to share the words written on this blog with thousands of others each day.  We really and truly are making a difference.  There will be a day when this horrible cycle of abuse is no longer tolerated!

Love,

Clara

PS  The next post will continue on with my story:  Married to a Pedophile: The Most Unusual Bible Studies

 

Married to a Pedophile: We’re Off to Pennsylvania!

The last post I wrote about did me in.  It drained me.  So many of you that I know personally ask me the question, “How do you do it?  How do you keep it all together?”.  Well, the honest answer is sometimes I don’t.  Some weeks I go to work and work as long and as hard as I can to avoid alone time with my thoughts.  It’s too painful to go there.  This life that I’m now living — alone, and the father of my children in prison for the remainder of his days on this earth — is definitely not the life that I prayed about since I was a kid. It’s not the life I asked God to bless my children with — not even close to my prayers for them or for myself. And, yet the harsh reality of it all is that this is the life we now have.  It’s up to me to learn how to pick up the broken pieces and go on with some kind of grace and strength.  It’s up to me to try my best to keep it together for my kids and grandkids that I love with every ounce of my being.  It’s up to me to love myself enough to build some kind of a life that can serve as an example to others who also are going through the fires of hell on this earth — and I am convinced there are many who suffer through horrible pain every day of their lives.

That being said, thank you so much for continuing on in this journey with me.  What was it like?  What was it like living with a man who was a practicing pedophile for almost forty years?  How does it feel to know now what I didn’t know then?  Continue reading

Married to a Pedophile: The Missing Wedding Ring

Thank you so much to all who have been faithfully following along with this blog, and a special thanks to those who continue to share this blog with others.  As we learn and grow together about how to spot a pedophile in the grooming process before sexual molestation takes place we are taking some very real steps towards helping to save our children from a lifetime of heartache and struggles.

Please note that this continuing story is not written by a professional counselor or any such person that proclaims to have a degree in sexual molestation behavioral therapy.  I am a woman who was married for almost forty years to a practicing pedophile and I didn’t know it.  It is my heart’s passion to share with you the information I now know that were “red flags” that I should have recognized.  It is my intent for you to learn from my experiences so that we can prevent pedophiles from committing their heinous crimes against children.

If you are new to this blog, please begin here.  I’d like you to get the full story so that you can understand just how crafty pedophiles are.  You might already be sucked right into this web of manipulation and maybe there is something here that is said that will click with you and empower you enough to stop the perpetrator in his tracks!

Let’s pick up where we left off last week.  John and I were the proud parents of a baby girl.  She was beautiful and so special.  Even though John didn’t seem to have the social skills to know how to treat me he was very at home when with our baby daughter.  He talked to her, he played with her, and he seemed so openly at ease with her.  In fact, it didn’t take me long to feel a slight bit of jealousy of the attention he was able to shower on her with ease while he seemed to be cold, unfeeling, and emotionless when around me.

Upside down flower - use thisMy world seemed upside down in so many ways.  The man I loved was so affectionate and different with others — outgoing, happy, talkative — when around children and his church friends, but when he was around me he was withdrawn, gloomy, and out of touch.  You have no idea how many times I tried to greet him at the door with a hug — a simple hug — only to have him say, “Please don’t touch me like that!  I don’t like that.  It gives me a weird feeling like I can feel my blood being squeezed through my veins.”

I have no idea what that was all about, but after trying time and time again, I finally backed off and learned John wasn’t a hugger — except with children.  He literally pushed me aside and would remove my hands from attempting to give him a hug.  How degrading!  How humiliating to continuously be shoved aside!

Even more odd to me was the way John showered attention and affection on kids at church.  My goodness!  There was no holding him back.  He tickled, he squeezed, he picked up and twirled kids around, and he loved rough-housing with them!

NOTE:  It’s normal for adults to interact with children, but there are safe boundaries.  If you see someone moving beyond the normal boundaries using unusual touching, extra close hugging, propping children up on their shoulders, or rolling on the floor using tickling techniques  consider these all red flags!!! 

pete - fair 003I’ll give you a prime example of what I’m talking about.  John was now well established with the church as their fill-in youth pastor, and soon-to-be full-time youth pastor.  The kids loved him.  He was fun!  He was full of jokes, and he was always coming up with new, creative games for them to play — all in the name of “church youth activities” to keep the youth group active and alive.  The more fun they had, the more they wanted to go to church.  That made their parents happy, and they would host youth parties, and allow John to take the kids on special youth outings.  *NOTECan you see how easy it is for pedophiles to work their way into the “trust” of parents at church?   

John often brought kids home with him to hang out and have fun.  He seemed to have a knack for finding the shy kids, and one boy in particular that I remember was an asthmatic who didn’t have many friends at all at church.  In fact, he was a rather thin, very short boy for his age who was pretty much a loner.  John was his hero.

One Saturday afternoon during the summer John went to the church building while I was giving our baby daughter a stroller ride.  The next thing I knew, I saw him driving up to the apartment with this boy in tow.  As I walked to the apartment John announced (he never asked — always “told” me), “Hey, Tom’s gonna spend the afternoon with me. We’re gonna practice playing ball and we’re just gonna hang out for the afternoon.”

“Fine”, I thought.  But, really it wasn’t fine.  It would have been nice to spend a fun afternoon together — just the three of us. John never seemed to have time for “family” — it was always the church first!  This youth pastor stuff was driving me nuts.  He practically lived at that church building.  If he wasn’t there he was “hanging out” with kids from church having fun.  “Hey, that’s what the parents want me to do.  That’s my job.  I need to make church fun for these kids.”

So, this boy and John went into the yard that was part of our rental.  Since the windows were open I could hear the loud laughter and squeals coming from outside, so I went to the window and just stood in shock.  Here’s this man who nearly plays dead when he’s near me and who pushes me away because he doesn’t want to be touched.  And, what do I see?  He was on the ground, rolling around, tickling this boy, grabbing him from behind and lifting him up onto John’s stomach (very, very weird to me).  And, John got him in some kind of arm lock and had this kid tight up against him and they did rolls all across the yard!  There I stood watching this craziness from the window all the while thinking, “This is not tossing a ball.  This is a big bunch of nonsense!”

In looking back, I can now see the huge red flags all over the place.  I know that John’s “preference” at stated in his investigation and conviction was “young girls”, but I have no doubt in my mind that he did his fair share with little boys, too.  This is not uncommon for pedophiles to experiment with both sexes until they find the “sex of choice.”

During those hours of horse-play two things happened.  That boy had a severe asthma attack and I had to get his mom on the phone and ask what we were to do.  He literally couldn’t breathe and he didn’t have his asthma inhaler with him.  She was furious!  Absolutely furious as she said she had given her son explicit instructions he was to be kept quiet and to stay inside.  The Oklahoma heat was detrimental to his asthma.

The second thing that happened was John lost his wedding ring that afternoon.  That’s how much rough housing was being done!  I’m talking about more than two hours of tickling, rolling together in the grass, tossing this kid around, lifting him up and down, grabbing and holding him until he was so sick that he had to be given a special treatment at the hospital to get air in his passageway.

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Life was very fuzzy for me at that time.  Fuzzy in the sense that nothing made sense.  I saw a man I was married to who was like two different people.  He was the glum, quiet, man who ate and slept at home, but rarely contributed to any conversation except to answer in “yes” or “no” words to my attempts to get him to talk to me.  His mind always seemed preoccupied with others.  At this time in our married lives, his focus was that church youth group.  I’ll be honest with you.  I was sick of hearing, “I have to go spend time with the kids at church.”  I often felt of the church youth group as his adulterous affair, and come to find out, I wasn’t off-base with that thinking!

The “other John” was this crazy, funny, comedian who entertained young teens and children with his jokes, who was loved and adored by the parents of these kids, and who always seemed to charm people.  He wasn’t shy or quiet at all when in this type of group situation and it truly baffled me.

NOTE:  John did not feel at all bad or apologetic about the boy getting the asthma attack.  In fact, he told the mother, “I told him he needed to calm down, but he was too excited.  He should have known better.”  The mother ended up yelling long and hard at her son.  The son just looked at John and never said a word.  He had already been groomed enough to not speak up.  He craved the attention and affection of John.  There was no dad in this home, so the mom was more than willing for John to serve as the male role model in her son’s life.

John did not at all feel bad about losing his wedding band.  It would be two years until he replaced it — only because I kept after him.  I was a newlywed, for Pete’s sake, and I wanted others to know we were married!  I searched on my hands and knees outside for hours trying to find his ring.  It was the sentiment that meant the most to me.  That was the ring I placed on his finger the day we were married.  The emotional loss meant nothing to him.  A few years later he went to JC Penney’s to purchase a cheap band in order to keep me quiet.  Again, I felt like our marriage was low on this list of his priorities.  The more he pushed me away and the more he diminished the importance of our lives together, the more I focused my attention on our daughter.  She always had a smile for me.  She loved to be hugged.  She filled in the gaps for the emotional bonding I was not getting with my husband.  Not healthy for any relationship, by any means!

So, what does all of this mean in terms of how to identify a child molester?  Where are the red flags?

There are many!  John had an almost “giddiness” about spending time with the young kids from church.  He neglected his wife and daughter in order to spend time away with others.  This is a huge red flag!  His priority should have been at home!

He was two different personalities — outgoing, fun, the life of the party with those he was trying to impress (in this case, this was his “grooming” time).  At home he was distant, did not talk, private, and very unaffectionate.  This drove me about crazy!  It made me feel once again like an “ugly, unattractive, wife.”  Often, he looked at me with a look that I could only call disgust.  Sadly, I spent many hours sitting at home crying as I held our baby close.  She was my only comfort at this time.

John thrived on being a hero to others!  Beware of this!!!  A husband should be a hero-type to his wife first.  All others (except God) should come second.  This was never the case in our marriage.

His tickling, touching, and game playing went well beyond normal boundaries with children.  Again, stand back and watch for this because it is a big clue that is often overlooked!  There are right and wrong ways of interacting with children.  A pedophile’s hands are quick!  They have studied long and hard how to touch in erogenous zones in order to arouse the child without the child knowing.  Later on this “touching technique” will be used to proceed ahead to further sexual stimulation while making the child feel responsible and guilty.  This one thing causes life-long problems for victims of sexual molestation — being groomed to feel that they are responsible for this sexual exploitation and molestation.

Our married life was broken.  I felt alone.  We were not communicating.  John was distant.  He had a quiet, controlling way of making me feel belittled and ashamed that I wasn’t the wife I should have been.  I was wrecked — “damaged” as he often called me.  A term I would learn was part of a pedophile’s vocabulary.  He often reminded me that I came from a broken, dysfunctional family and I didn’t know a good relationship from a bad one.  There were days I felt like I was crazy.  And, that is just how he wanted it!

Next week we will talk about his job — the mystery of the “elder’s meeting” and the lies that were told to me!

Thank you so much for following along.  Often, we really do feel crazy for questioning the motives of others, but I can’t repeat it enough.  If it doesn’t feel right, it probably isn’tPay attention to your gut feelings!

Emotional abuse is very intentional, and it cripples your ability to think and to take action. Once you’re caught in this horrible web of intentional abuse, it’s so hard to find the strength to get out — and that’s just what the pedophile is counting on!  The weaker you get, the stronger the pedophile gets!!

Let’s be smarter!  Let’s get educated!  Let’s look for those red flags!  Let’s speak out loudly!  For the sake of the children, let’s stop these molesters in their tracks!

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Thank you for reading.  Thank you for sharing this blog with others.  Thank you for caring enough to get educated!  For our children, we must stop child molesters in the grooming stage — before they reach our children!  And, that means being smarter than they are.  Together we can do it!

Love,

Clara

 

 

Married to a Pedophile: Our First New Year’s Eve

A very warm welcome to those of you who are here.  I appreciate the continued interest and response coming from so many people who are interested in keeping our children safe from child molesters.  While I do not ever claim to be an expert on this topic, I do have years of experience with knowing how a pedophile plans and works so hard to groom, manipulate, and eventually molest children.  Unknown to me until two years ago, I was married to a practicing pedophile.  There were definitely “red flags” all throughout our marriage, but I didn’t have a clue what these indicators meant.  The sole purpose of this blog is to educate you so that you can be aware of things to look out for that might be red flags that you’re seeing, too, so that we can keep our children safe.  Education is the most powerful first step we can take against child predators!

If you are new to this blog, I suggest you begin by reading from the very beginning of my story.

Last week we took a bit of a break from the sequence of this story to interject some important information about a letter I recently received from John while he currently is serving time in prison.  Most of you “got it” — you understood that even as a pedophile sits in prison aware that he is there because he has committed the most vile acts against a child, his mind is still on one thing:  little children.  In fact, as I shared with you, John was bold in his request for photos of little children, promising “not to have those naughty thoughts” because he has been forgiven and is now “free.”  Hopefully and prayerfully, nobody will fall into this trap of manipulation that he continues to use.  Please, do NOT send this man photos of any children to be exploited, shared, and used for self-stimulation and gratification!

Now, to continue on with our story, let’s pick up where we left off.  Christmas was a disaster — lots of heartache and tears.  But, I really believed that redemption would come with New Year’s Eve.

By this time, I was just days away from our first baby being born.  In fact, our due date was January 23.  As is true for almost every woman alive, I was looking forward to spending a wonderful New Year’s Eve with my husband.  This was our very first time to bring in the New Year as a married couple so I planned a special Pennsylvania “good luck” meal — mashed potatoes, pork roast, and sauer kraut. I wanted to make this a super, extra special night for John to remember!  Since we were living below poverty level at the time, I knew there wouldn’t be anything real festive, but….I thought it would be so much fun after our meal together to drive around Oklahoma City and look at the last of the Christmas lights and tinsel and simply enjoy spending some time together talking about the coming year and the addition of our baby.  You have no idea how happy just the thought of spending this time together meant to me!

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Two nights before New Year’s eve John hit me with the news.  “Dear, I have to tell you something and you’re probably not going to be happy.”  *Note:  I hated to be called “Dear” — I don’t know why, but I didn’t like it.  Maybe it’s because I knew it almost always was followed by some sort of bad news.

“There’s going to be a big New Year’s Eve party for the teens at church.  I’ve been working on the plans for this party for several weeks now, and I think it’s best if you don’t go.  It’s going to be all night long, and your back will be killing you.  You won’t feel good and I won’t have time to run you home and then go back to the party.”

Honestly, I can still remember when John had “the talk” with me un-inviting me to spend New Year’s Eve with him.  I know what dress I had on, and I can tell you where I was standing in the tiny kitchen when he threw that dart ever so swiftly at me.

“What do you mean?  Why can’t I be with you?  I want to spend New Year’s Eve with YOU!!!  This is our first one together, and I don’t want to sit here in this apartment by myself.  Please can’t I go?”

I feel humiliated telling this story.  I really do.  Somehow it makes me feel so unattractive and repulsive.  I’m actually sweating and I can feel my heart racing as I’m writing this.  It’s a horrible feeling to know this kind of rejection.

John didn’t flinch.  “I told you that you can’t go.  I have too many games planned and it’s my job to keep things going at this youth activity.  It’s my job as youth minister.  You know that.  I can’t be babysitting you and taking care of the party, too.”

I was quickly learning not to fight the inevitable.  John was a quiet man — very rarely in all of our forty years together did I ever hear him raise his voice.  But, he was immovable in what he said.  Once he said he was doing something, there was no changing his mind.  I learned that very quickly in this first year of marriage.

There would be no need to make the pork roast and sauer kraut.  John wouldn’t be home.  He was eating with the church kids.  There would be no driving around the city to see the lights.  There would be no wearing the dime-store party hat on New Year’s Eve.  Instead, I would be spending this first New Year’s Eve alone.

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It’s embarrassing to say this, but I went to bed crying that night.  Instead of fighting back, I whimpered like a dog that had been kicked in the gut and sent outside for being a bad dog.  There were no hugs from John.  No apologies.  No saying he’d make it up to me.  A saying I used over and over in my life was true, “It is what it is.”  He would be leaving me home on our first New Year’s Eve.

All day December 31, I kept hoping and praying that John would change his mind. Better yet, I kept praying that somehow he was teasing me.  I don’t know why I always thought that way — a coping mechanism for heartbreak, I guess.  I got dressed that day and put on a fake happy face hoping beyond all hope that sometime during the day he’d say, “I was only kidding.  You know that.  How in the world could I ever leave you home alone on New Year’s Eve?”

But, that moment never came.  Instead, he spent hours in the locked bathroom (his usual habit that I finally accepted) with the “party planning book” and his notebook of games they were going to play.  He got all spiffed up, put on extra cologne (he used Old Spice — funny how I can still remember the smell), and clipped his finger nails.  Isn’t it strange how much we can remember when we’ve either experienced a life-changing wonderful moment or a moment of trauma that has been imprinted forever in our subconscious?

I held back the tears….I fought so hard to hold back the tears as John drove away for the party.  I watched from the upstairs apartment window, waving good-bye, and then running to the bedroom where I buried my face in a pillow and sobbed through the entire night!

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I remember sobbing so hard that I thought I’d go into labor.  I remember thinking, “I didn’t even get a phone number of where he’ll be if I need him.”  I remember not even having the strength or desire to turn on the TV to watch New Year’s Eve celebrations across the country.  I wanted one thing — to be with my husband.  That’s all.  I just wanted to be near him.  I would have been happy to just sit in the same room where he was, and he knew it.  Instead, he pushed me away and made me feel ugly, disgusting, and worthless.

I kept getting up to use the bathroom — my bladder was not in the best shape due to being so pregnant.  At one point Vashti (one of the sisters that lived beneath us) called up the steps, “Are you okay, Mrs. Hinton?”  I know that she heard me crying (okay, sobbing — loudly!), and the toilet kept flushing.  I walked to the steps and just said, “I’m okay.  Thanks for asking.”  I’m sure that Vashti and her sister wondered the same as I was wondering.  Why was I left home alone on New Year’s Eve?

I’ve thought long and hard over the years about that one question.  Why would any husband do this to his wife?  Why would a Christian husband to this to his wife?  Why would a newly married man do this to his wife?  Why would a decent human being (even if just friends) do this to anyone?

As I’ve studied more about the minds of pedophiles, I’ve learned that “control” and “manipulation” are their driving forces.  It’s not initially about the sex, although that comes into play later on (terrifyingly so).  But, initially, it’s about control.  A mad, almost savage need to be in total control.  And, I now better understand why John treated me the way he did.  He had total control without ever raising his voice or his hand.  He could never be labeled a “wife abuser” by anyone in the outside world because he never did anything that even came close to looking like abuse.  And, in fact, I was made to feel rather crazy.  I was confused.  I couldn’t understand what I had done to “deserve” being treated this way.  Just as a child often wonders why a parent pushed aside a child — I was that child.  I didn’t understand why I was being pushed away.  What I have come to understand now is that I was being purposefully mistreated.  I was being crushed in spirit.  I was being belittled.  I was being manipulated.  And, my abuser (John) was seeing just how far he could go before I would tell.

Much to his delight I never told.  Just as the abused children very rarely ever tell.  I was forced into such a broken, confused state of being that I would never tell.  I craved his love and blamed myself for not getting it. Can you understand a bit more why little children who have been molested never tell?  Can you imagine how confused their young minds are?

What did John do that New Year’s Eve?  I don’t know.  I know he put on quite a show for the teens at church.  He was the center of attention, so I heard in church on Sunday.  He was a comic. I heard the teens saying he was the funniest guy they ever met! He planned all kinds of fun games.  He ate great food. He was happy to tell me of all of the good food he ate!  And, he planned a wonderful midnight devotional where several kids from the youth group gave their lives to Christ.  From what others could see, John was one amazing young man!

However, while John was being a “Christian” and converting others, I was at home alone begging and pleading God to somehow teach me how to become a better wife so that my husband would love me.

REMEMBER THISChild molesters know what they are doing!  They hurt on purpose.  They do not care.  They lie.  They cheat.  They will steal your heart and tramp on it.  They will take the innocence away from a small child and feel jubilant over their success!  And, they groom and manipulate adults prior to grooming and manipulating the children. Why?  So that they are never suspected of such heinous wrong doing!

I will close this by saying that John came home about 2:30 a.m. New Year’s Day.  I was wide awake waiting for him.  I pretended to be so happy that “his party” was such a success. He had to know how much I was broken because there was no hiding my swollen eyes that had been crying all night.  And, any person with an ounce of common sense or a shred or love would never have left his wife home alone on New Year’s Eve.  He was happy.  Another notch of victory  for John! 

Next week we will talk about the arrival of our first child.  Until then, please read the words I’ve written carefully.  Read them again and again until it sinks in as to how demeaning a pedophile is.  Read these words and understand how calculated every action of a child molester is.  Nothing is done randomly.  Every action is well thought out — planned ahead with much thought.  Do you see yourself in such a situation?  If so — RUN as fast as you can and if you have children take them with you!!!

If you are the victim of any abuse, learn the strategies of these abusers and don’t allow yourself to be beaten down ever again!  Pedophiles are on a power trip and they use their power to beat others down emotionally.  They use children for their sexual and emotional gratification.  And, by so doing, they cause a lifetime of terror and pain for these children!

For the children — let’s get smarter and stop this abuse now!

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Thank you for reading.  And, thank you so very much for caring.  Together we can get educated about pedophiles and the way their minds work so that we can stop them in their tracks well before they reach our children.  Our children deserve a carefree, innocent childhood!  Every child deserves to be treated respectually and with love!  Help me in this mission to educate!  Spread the word.  Be on the lookout.  Speak out when you suspect any kind of abuse.  And, please hold your children just a bit closer to you every day and tell them how much you love them.  They are precious and they depend on us to take care of them.  Let’s get educated and empowered — for the children! 

Love,

Clara

PS  John’s case was said to be one of the most “complicated cases” of child molestation in a long time.  To this day, I do not know if he also abused older children.  He said his “favored age” was young, prepubescent girls, but I know for a fact that he also molested older girls.  I’ll never know for sure how wide the net of his molestation went, but that’s not the purpose of this blog.  The purpose of this is to educate you of the cunning ways of pedophiles and how they also groom adults into thinking they are wonderful people.  John, to this day, is a wonderful person to many.  Hardly a week goes by that I don’t get a call or an email saying, “I know John did this stuff, BUT — he was so good to me and my family.  He will always be a pillar of strength to me.”  That’s manipulation at its best! 

As always, I welcome your comments!