Both of my parents exercised their power in cruel and unloving ways.
As a little girl I did my very best to do what pleased them. I kept a smile on my face when we were around people. I invested large amounts of my time denying who they were. At all costs to myself, I towed the line of being an obedient child.
Tyranny is designed to limit the freedom of those under its control. I see time and time again this desire of abused children to stay under this regime. A system designed to keep you ensnared to it.
Isn’t incest the death of good in a child? Doesn’t it leach life from the victim’s being?
It was a struggle to walk away from them – clean. Their tyrannical lead had taught me better than that. But, did I want to be tormented until my death? If I continued to walk beside him, isn’t that what it might look like?
This is a picture of me with my maternal grandmother. My father raped her and did other things none of us will ever know. I know this because the night before he died he confessed and said to me, “I did terrible, terrible things to your grandmother. Terrible things.”
Who are these people? Deeper still – why do we struggle with angst to leave them?
Forgiveness should keep distance between you and your abuser. Lack of forgiveness may keep you closer to them than you realize.