This year, I'm moving forward. I will no longer be dwelling in the past. So I got really BALLzy and called the man who molested me for nearly 5 years of my most formidible years of my life.
Interesting how he didn't remember me until I told him that I was the youngest daughter of the Reed family and also new he'd mollested my oldest sister before I was born. Evertime I'd ask a question, he'd stammer or simply say, "I've done a lot of bad things in my life, but I've been saved and God has forgiven me.
I am a spritual person. But I wasn't running up the phone bill to have a prayer meeting.
I told him every sordid detail of the abuse that began in Sunday School and on to swimming parties in the creek. I told him of the triggers for my post traumatic stress disorder.
He humbly said, "well I'm sorry for your troubles. I've loved you and your fsmily for such a long time.
I told him that he wasn't allowed to love me. I told him because he told me I was beautiful and he loved me formed me into a promiscuous girl because I didn't know any other way to relate to a man.
I told him if I saw him in heaven someday, I'll summom Michael the arch-angel of war to ripp him to shred and feed him like BAIT to the souls of hell.
After all that, I told him-- I'm moving forward and I was turning him over to God, and asking God to help me forgive him, The forgiveness sets me, the former victim free.
I feel much more at peace with myself. I will live one day at a time that's why they call it the present.
