Diabolical & Destructive

12 The man said, “The woman you put here with me—she gave me some fruit from the tree, and I ate it.”

genesis 3:12

My mother was both an accomplice and a dictator.

Often, abusive mother’s go unnoticed in the world of sexual crimes. That should not be so. Sometimes they are silent witnesses, sometimes they are not. In my case, my mother was definitely part of the crime scene.

I grapple with the idea that this is just a control based scenario, although I’ve read about it. Having been a victim to these crimes, I see their continual lust for more guide them on their heinous journeys.

It was just as much about her pleasure, as it was my father’s. Or was it all control?

Control has a little bit to do with just about everything in the life – for better and for worse.

Diabolic is defined as a characteristic of the Devil, or so evil as to be suggestive of the Devil.

oxford dictionary

My counselor used this word to describe the behaviors of my mother towards me.

It has been a chilling journey to follow my path by her.

Haunting and unrelenting, her memories return to me. I’m not sure which was more terrifying: not being loved by her or being hated by her – one had action, one did not. I don’t say that lightly. I understand the meaning.

Daily she did what she could to make me feel not only unwanted but despised. She couldn’t find time in the day to even glance my way. She hated my very existence and I knew it.

I was her excuse to let her rage and hatred out for everything she had not received in life or maybe – just maybe, for the abuse she had received before I came along.

I forgive her and I don’t want to be her friend. I forgive her and I don’t want her to sit at my Christmas table. I forgive her because I understand who she is.

18 For, as I have often told you before and now tell you again even with tears, many live as enemies of the cross of Christ.

philippians 3:18

I wasted a lot of years chasing my parents to find answers, to find forgiveness and to learn from them my hidden story.

They would have never given me the keys to the prison cell they once locked me in. Never! They would have kept me as their prisoner. Silenced, forever.

My Cinderella story lives in my relationship with a God much bigger than my past. I adore Him!

Published by Gracedxoxo

I have the courage to tell my story to help others embrace theirs.

2 thoughts on “Diabolical & Destructive

  1. Sometimes I can’t read your beautifully written story. It makes me horribly sad all you endured in your life. But then I love that you share the possibility of hope, that even through the most horrendous evil, The Lord can take our ashes and bring beauty. Also, the scriptures you share are so beautiful,
    “So shall My word be, that goes out from My mouth, it shall not return to Me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, AND SHALL succeed in the thing for which I send it”
    Isaiah 55:11
    Bless you ❤️

    1. This made me cry tears of joy! I can feel the love you send. Jennie – God is good. My overcoming is a testimony to that. I wanna help find those hidden behind their own prison walls – suffering alone. Thank you for being here. All love sis 🧚‍♂️

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