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
Sometimes I feel it’s necessary to veer from my normal writing pattern and share some inner glimpses of where my heart is — right at this moment. And, that’s just what I’m going to do today.
A few nights ago, I was having a rough time. I had spoken to three different victims of child sexual abuse on that particular day, and after hearing their stories of pain and suffering, I began thinking about the man I had shared my life with for almost forty years. I began thinking about all of the pain that this one man — a man who called himself a preacher and teacher of the word of God — caused to so many different people. After hearing from these victims of child abuse, my mind began thinking about how horrible it is to have to try to put your life back together again when a pedophile abuses not just your physical body but your mind.
And, the more I thought, the more pained I became and the more angry I got! Continue reading